Friday, October 07, 2005

Imfomation Society

Mr. Pride, our alcoholic art teacher in high school, told stories about the Ku Klux Klan chasing him around the South. You'd go into his office, one of those offices adjoining two classrooms. Next door was Mrs. Nevers. Mr. Pride had a bottle of Maalox there full of vodka. Maalox and vodka. White, chalky vodka. He'd take a pull and pry the plastic bottle off his lips, momentarily reluctant, and loose upon the small room the antiseptic tang of alcohol mixed with the faint, sweet blandness of antacid.

This was 1985. One day Mr. Pride told us, "Chillen, you is livin' in a imfomation society. This world is turning into a imfomation society. Iss all gonna be 'bout computers an' communication an' imfomation an' computers talking to other computers an' everything. Git used to it! Git ready fo' it. You best be gettin' on dem computers an' such. Imfomation."

8 comments:

kodos423 said...

Ouch, You bitch.
You broke my fucking
dick.
You bitch.
Ow.

kodos423 said...

Um, so, what's the deal? Is this going to be another site visited by me and me alone?

Mr. Mystery said...

I have a feeling it will all seep out into the world like a poison. For now, consider yourself the unlucky one.

Sneezer 3000 said...

this is the most racist piece of garbage i've ever seen in the blogosphere - i'm appalled! you'll burn in hell for this.

Mr. Mystery said...

Sneezer, one of my all-time favorite bloggers. I'm honored.

Sneezer 3000 said...

seriously though, mr. pride was right. the future has arrived - we are indeed, living in an imformation age. that god damned drunk was right. god help the chillens.

kodos423 said...

I should have guessed that this would quickly devolve into a shameless excuse to indulge in highschool nostalgia-related mutual wankitude.

Sneezer 3000 said...

whatever. it's more like stankitude.