January 13th

This place is pretty much useless and deserted by now. And no, I did not compare it to my heart. Thanks. Basically.. a post to commemorate January 13th. It's a Friday also, today. What does it mean? That is for me to know, remember, and ultimately, forget. No seriously, that's really, really lame. "Hi!! Post!! Jan 13th, it's an inside that only I can get!!" is a good summary of it.

Oh, I know. I'll talk about... biorhythm. That thing is the shit. You thought reading an horoscope was funny? That tarot looked ridiculous? That the freak-clothed-in-mysterious-clothes your cousin's friend's ex-girlfriend best friend told you about seemed interesting, in no particular meaning of the word? Well. Let me show better. Much better.

Biorhythm is the art of bullshitting people using trigonometry. It represents your basic body state using three curves, Emotional, Physical and Intellectual, based on your date of birth. No need to say that right now, my Intellectual is close to -100%, else I wouldn't be posting here. So yes, basically, if you feel good right now, it must be your biorhythm! If you feel like shit, it's also because of it! You don't believe me? Try it yourself. Dooooo iiiit. Google for the word, click the first bullshit website that proposes you a biorhythm chart, and try it. I swear. That thing? It's the shit. Up until now, it hasn't told me lies! Of course, charts don't speak, either. But the point remains that, each time I check, it seems to be matching with my current state. How often do I check? Everytime I feel like shit. It's super accurate! Both times, it showed Emotional curve rather high, and Physical and Intellectual super low. I'm guessing my function either has a long, very long period, or there's some other hack on my sin curves that screws me up. "Your general well-being is momentarily mediocre. Tendency: Declining and getting worse promptly." Thanks for the big cheers up, biorhythm.

Mais la beauté, la beauté véritable, se termine là où commence l'expression intellectuelle. L'intelligence est par elle-même une forme d'exagération, et détruit l'harmonie de n'importe quel visage. ~ Lord Henry, in The Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde.