Kilgore Trout once wrote a short story which was a dialogue between two pieces of yeast. They were discussing the possible purposes of life as they ate sugar and suffocated in their own excrement. Because of their limited intelligence, they never came close to guessing that they were making champagne.
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I'm Michael Condouris, and this is my second blog. The first one's Wacky Neighbor. I was born in 1975 in New Jersey. I live in Aberdeen, NJ, with my fiancée Carrie, in our new suburban paradise. We have two pets, a Shih Tzu named Coco and a beagledor named Zoë. I was on Jeopardy once. I lost, though, just like in the Weird Al song.
Besides Smallistry, my interests include robots, space, movies, movies about robots and/or space, and Mexican restaurants. Recently I've also become fond of the Wii and ancient history. I dislike conversations about food, sports, other people's children, and conspiracy theories. I'm ok with talking about the weather though. My hat size is 7 1/4, and I have no sense of smell.
I've pretty much stopped blogging in the last, oh, 6 months or so, because talking about tiny things got a bit stale and life had a habit of getting in the way. So for the time being, the site will live on as a Twitter feed of whatever floats through my head.
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April 12th, 2007 at 10:58 am
Vonnegut on Cellphones…
“I’m frequently an enemy of new technologies. But I love cellphones because I see people so happy and proud walking around…gesturing…you know? Like Karl Marx, I’m for anything that makes people happier.”
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April 14th, 2007 at 8:39 pm
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