"Windy City, here we come!"
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"How much can you possibly write about every stupid line like this, Anonymous Blog Writer?" asks the perplexed reader with a better than average perception skill.
"Well," I reply magnanimously (because, really, I don't even need to respond. Easy access to writers and entertainers doesn't come with the obligation of return engagement!), "I suppose it depends on how much you think I want to write? The shorter the entry, the better, really! Maybe I'll finally find some time to play Torment: Tides of Numenera which I purchased on Kickstarter years ago and then when it finally arrived, I wasn't too keen on playing it, and now it just sits here on my office desk leering at me like some albatross in an Edgar Allen Poe poem."
I should clarify that the albatross was supposed to be a metaphor for "The Tell-Tale Heart" and not for "The Raven" even though I did say poem and it works better substituting one bird for another bird. And also, you know what, I said it was leering so I almost certainly never actually meant "The Tell-Tale Heart" at all. Never mind.
What was I getting at? Oh yeah! Obviously Chicago is meant by the term "Windy City" because it's windy, I guess. I've never been. But windy can also mean verbose or chatty or gossipy or apt to go on and on and on, like a Thomas Pynchon novel or a blog entry by Grunion Guy. I mean by an Anonymous Blog Writer. So this is probably Pynchon poking fun at the idea he's just presented the reader with a thousand page novel. But he (and it seems he assumes the reader should feel the same as well) seems really excited about starting out!
Here we come! I'm excited! How about you?!
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