One can only ponder how quaint and professionally obsolete the goddamned interweb will have rendered finger-painting by the time The Boy’s out there looking for work as a finger-painter…
posted by Fang Bastardson at 1:31 PM
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
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Undoubtedly, the job that The Boy will excel at probably has yet to be invented yet. However, there will ALWAYS be a demand for experts in finger painting.
11:17 AM
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