The Iffian Entanglement

So I’m writing a paragraph modeled after, imitating, burlesquing this over-articulate incessantly repetitive Water Genie. Seriously, He says the same goddamn thing over and over again. The identical idea . . . twin thought . . . double-speak, but not doublespeak like Orwell – then it would be Orwellian and not Rushdian. All the same, the words are different, but the meaning remains. It’s kind of like life. Every week, school . . . work . . . school . . . work ¬– it never changes. How cliché! Give me some variation, some variety, some hurdles, throw some boulders! But isn’t that what this is – something new? A blog? What the hell is that? Never heard of it. Nope not me, I’m a Luddite! Or am I? Oh I forgot, who the hell cares anyway? So here we are, another semester, more classes, and new knowledge - or is it old knowledge? Depends on whom you ask. Back in the labyrinth that is Wilson – have we been here before? There’s no place like home. Where are my Rudy Slippers? After Finnegans Wake I’ll surely need them. Wow! What a mountain, talk about throwing boulders. But in any case it’s something new, exciting, unfamiliar, novel, a new frontier; one that comes after the west but before Mars. Who will we find and what will we incorporate? Here we are at a new beginning ready to jump, leap . . . fall – head over heels, in love out of love again, armed to the teeth and bursting with questions. Scared shitless and loving it. So that’s it, the paragraph is over and I’m ready to begin. End, prost, chau, good night, Salud, cheers, fin!