Sorry, Earls of the world. You had your chance for well nigh on two decades, and you blew it. Now it’s mine.
SUBJECTS Falling and laughing 1. Thoughts--their shape. 2. Thoughts--ones had while walking dog. 3. Thoughts--ones that made me laugh. 4. Thoughts--the kind I’ve got. 5. Spleen--its venting. 6. Japery--assorted. 7. Words. 8. Music. 9. Books. 10. Obsessions--varied. 11. Animals--facts. 12. Animals--made-up things. 13. Dogs--beloved halfling Rottweiler. 14. Birds-- the bowerbird. 15. Birds--the great bustard. 16. Illinois--Chicago--residents--lives and customs. 17. Happiness--its pursuit.
Sorry, Earls of the world. You had your chance for well nigh on two decades, and you blew it. Now it’s mine.
In this day and age of 24/7 Facebook, Twitter, tumblr, Digg, Dig-Dug, Q*bert, handjobs, and so on, it is easy to feel like Marlow at the beginning of Heart of Darkness: like all the blank spaces on the map are being filled in, that mystery and opportunity are vanishing from the globe. Thus, it was with great astonishment and delight this morning that I discovered that, in the entire history of the Internet, no one named Earl has ever purchased the URL earlsURL.com.