George Orwell has started a blog site. Posthumously, of course. Orwell’s blogs (excerpts from his diary actually) describe his life in the late thirties and forties. I also do a little blogging from time to time. I describe the events that shape my life in this new millennium and will continue to do so until the Ministry of Truth assassinates me. As far as I can tell, I’m alive, and he’s not. Somehow, I still get the impression more people will read his blogs. I felt a comparison was in order, so I took the liberty.
The following was taken from George Orwell’s personal diary and new blog site:
Saturday August 9, 1938
Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream Ah . . .
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream Ah . . .
Saturday August 9, 2008
Bernie Mac died today and Steve Harvey did not. Obviously the scales of comedic justice are slightly skewed. While one was extremely hilarious the other has a black nerf football attached to his fucking head.
Here’s what you can expect from both of us heretofore:
Wednesday October 13, 1938
Blame it all on my roots.
I showed up in boots and ruined your black tie affair.
The last one to know. The last one to show.
I was the one you thought you’d see there.
Recently, this never before seen passage was discovered:
I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just wait til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady
I'll get back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass!!
After a four hour standoff with authorities, presidential hopeful John McCain, released his family and surrendered his weapons. When asked if campaign pressure was what set him off, he replied," They warned me not to watch Platoon on blu-ray disc, but I didn’t listen".
Wednesday November 5, 1938
Now listen here folks, ain’t no joke
We got to do something or we’re all gonna croak
Can’t get a job, we’ve all been robbed
We’ve got no money and the corn’s all cobbed
We’ve nothing but blues.
Them bread line blues
I’m not sure if the election results came first or the asteroid. It all happened so fast. I was watching Fox News Channel and then BOOM! Two thirds of the world’s population wiped out. Much to my surprise, living in the "Bible belt" may have made all of the difference. This may be my last blog, the cannibals are getting closer. I can hear the screams. I still can’t get used to the screams. So tired . . . so very tired . . .
Tuesday January 1, 1940
All is quiet on New Year's Day,
A world in white gets underway,
And I want to be with you,be with you night and day,
Nothing changes on New Year's Day
Tuesday January 1, 2010
I spend my days drinking gin in the Chestnut Tree pub and listening eagerly to the announcements from the telescreens. Just now I am very concerned over the war in which Eurasia is once again the enemy. Eurasia had always been the enemy; any contrary memories were merely mental aberrations. The last lesson has been learned.
I do love Big Brother.
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