Sep 02, 2006 12:25
With any luck, our grandchildren will be forced to read blogs out of historical interest. Your grandchildren and mine are going to be hunched over in little silver desk-cubicles, trying to memorize what we ate, on which days, so they can pass quizzes that count for 30% of their grade.
"I had no idea on number seven. Which one was that? 1998? Dot-com blogger? Burning Man? I just guessed and put down that he ate a fistful of ecstasy and a dirty Clif Bar."