Whilst Ruthie thinks she ought to be remembered for her stunning advocacy, profound legal insight and intellectual prowess, she can’t help having a sinking feeling that she will be remembered in a hundred years time primarily for the wearing of pink leathers, and possibly writing a few humorous quips on this blog.
Mindful that this blog..a la Tony Blair…is her legacy Ruthie discussed with Geeklawyer ways to preserve the blog for evermore. Geeklawyer cheerfully assured her that the blog would last as long as Google, which is about until a week next Thursday if the monopolies and mergers commission have any input.
We therefore discussed scribing the blog onto stone tablets and burying them in a hot dry environment. However in a thousand years mankind is likely to have regressed to the caves following global environmental catastrophe, and our words of wisdom will be wasted on some webfooted ape creature. Instead, far better to blast a copy of the blog to the stars, where we can present our vision of humanity to other intelligent life forms.
Therefore, if you are from NASA and reading this, we would be grateful if you would get in touch. We also quite fancy some space tourism, if there are any tickets going. We can’t pay, but will give you some free publicity on the blog.
Oh, and we do hope to boldly go where no-one has gone before, rather than fall back to earth and get lost..
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…Ruthie thinks she ought to be remembered for her stunning advocacy, profound legal insight and intellectual prowess …
I would have thought you’d want people to forget them…
People will remember Blair in years to come but not Geeklawyer and Ruthie. It is indeed a sad and twisted world.
As ever James, wise words if a little depressing.
Or perhaps the blog is recorded on the Akashic records. There might be some cosmic filing tray (or more advance form of data storage) existing in a parallel dimensions where lesser beings like Blair are sent to when they die.
Just imagine his little pathetic astral body poked by greys as it journey’s through the wormhole. Waiting to be delivered to his all loving gods, only to end up stuck in a dimension where he is forced to file endless blog comments whilst listening to the Christmas sing-song podcast. *Shudders*
wow I should lay off the DMT
why do I get the feeling that the Christmas podcast is entering the annals (or indeed anals) of cult listening…
I know, look what you have inflicted upon the world.
I’ll rememeber you GL / Ruthie… provided my Alzheimer gets better