Jon Edwards. The man. The story. The enduring fantasy. If you wish to step into the clandestine meeting places of destiny, love, war, the mysteries of music and art, and science-based religion, you've accident-ed upon the right online update-able blog. And it is an accident, a bloody one and a compass needle that will steer you in the directions of the four winds Boreas, Eurus, Notus, and Zephyrus. If you fear, if you are a being driven by the ravenous beast Cowardice, debouch from this battle with your Sole Companion and live not LIFE. But if you are of Temerity's design, a being imbued with the bold mettle of the universal ether, follow me. Follow JonSpaceBook. It is YOUR life, it is short, and there are too few clock ticks for blogging mediocrity.
January 14, 2010
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Dammit. This is why I tell people to make sure there is no confusing, obfuscatory grammar in their tattoos! What the owner of the above tattoo is trying to say is that the end won’t be long in coming. However, because the tattoo lacks clarity, the reader might interpret the clause “the end won’t be long” as meaning “the end won’t last very long.” In which case, the reader will likely think to himself, “Good. When I die, I want it to be short anyhow. So, if I lose my faith in affection, goodwill, and music, then maybe my deathbed stay won’t last too long. Dammit.
