We all know that tomorrow never comes, but today always does. But is that true? Yes. Or is it? Who knows.
On the one hand, when yesterday is today, today is tomorrow; but on the other hand, by the time today becomes yesterday, tomorrow becomes today. I think.
Then again, if tomorrow becomes today, then how come there is still a tomorrow for today? Hmm?
I can see only one solution to this: we make a new day of the week and call it Tomorrow. It would come after Thursday and before Friday. This would mean that, absolutely and unequivocally, Tomorrow would come, and thus end our confusion.
So, on Thursday, Tomorrow would be tomorrow, and the day after, Tomorrow would be today; and things would be much simpler. I think.
Then again, on Friday, Tomorrow would be both yesterday and Saturday; and on Wednesday, Tomorrow would be the day after tomorrow. I think.
Wait ... let me get a pen ...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Tim, your links stink, you fink!
- John Bangsund's Threepenny Planet
- Broken Biro
- Poetry 24
- Superlative scribbles
- Kirstyn McD!
- Rorrim a tsomla almost a mirror
- More Sterne
- Sterne
- Cam the man from the Dan.
- Too hot to Raaaaaaandallllllll!
- Erin's Excellently Everlasting Effervescements!
- Slammy Infamy
- Hail Paco!
- Baron Blandwagon, purveyor of cyberbunnies, hawker of Roger Corman, and Misruler of the Multiverse
- The Bolta. Aiyeeeeee!!!!!
- Bad Apple Audrey
- The cartoon church
- Sir Martinkus
- A Zemblanian abroad and at home
- A hodge podge of hotzeplotz
- THE SLAMMA!
- Jottlesby's nottings, or should that be Nottlesby's jottings?
- The Snarking of the Hunt
- Jazzy Hands
- David of Metal City
- David the Barista
- The Blogger on the Cast Iron Balcony
- Be an Opinion Dominion Minion!
- Mel...
- ... and Fel
- His brilliant career - from whale sushi to crumbed prawn
- Jo Blogs
- Yet another Tim
- Croucherisms...
- Was two peas, now three peas
- Desciopolous!
- ... Still Life - now with extra rotating cats!
- Erin...
- An Amazingly Awesome Australian Ampersand!
- Blink and you'll miss 'er
- Red in the land of the tigers!
- Wire of Vibe
- Chase him, ladies, he's in the cavalry!
- The Non-palindromical Editrix in Germanium
- Old Sterne
- Gempiricalisations
- TonyT
- The briefs...
- ... and the brieflets
- The Purple Blog
- Blairville, lair of all that is wicked and perfidious
- The enticingly acronymical CSH
- EXTREEEEEEEME WYNTER!
- Mark of California
- Jellyfish
- Silent Speaking
- Lexicon the Mexican
Email: timhtrain - at - yahoo.com.au
Blog Archive
-
▼
2006
(373)
-
▼
February
(21)
- Blank Post For Your Convenience
- Some Excuses You Might Like To Give Your School Te...
- Tomorrow Sometimes Comes
- Organs for All
- Attack of the Cliches
- I Am An Intellectual
- Three Generic Ethnic Stereotypes Walked Into A Bar
- Captain Sanctimony
- The Infinite Monkeys Giude to 'Writing'
- Fresh Organs
- Ask Doctor Ovid
- Religious Post. No, Really!
- Leftism Is Dangerous!
- A Word of Advice
- Parents Are More Fun Than Babies!
- What Rhymes With Eldritch?
- Fog Blog
- Writing a Book Review For The Age
- Poem Intended To Irritate Dumb Folksingers
- A Question Answered
- At Night I Think Of Mary Jane
-
▼
February
(21)
5 comments:
Weird alright!
It's Xeno's paradox!
PS Gavin tells me this blog is a bit too intellectual.
Inter-wot-chual? Me?
Does this mean that your posts are never really published? In fact, your entire blog has yet to appear on the Internet? For every word you type, there are 50 words missing, lost in the space between your finger tips and the keyboard? Is this why the posts you never publish, on the blog you don't have, often seem pathological; not because you are pathological (as it turns out), but because most of your genius work has gone infinitely missing in the infinite universe?
I'm glad we cleared this up. It explains a lot.
Now I won't feel the need to cover the screen in plain brown paper so that nobody can see when I am visiting your (non) blog.
The pathological and obsessive nature of this blog is something that I work at very hard. Patholigically and obsessively.
Groupies? No, don't have those. Maybe one or two internet stalkers, though.
Post a Comment