There are many perks to living for twenty-one centuries, and foremost among them is bearing witness to the rare birth of genius. It invariably goes like this: Someone shrugs off the weight of his cultural traditions, ignores the baleful stares of authority, and does something his countrymen think to be completely batshit insane. Of those, Galileo was my personal favorite. Van Gogh comes in second, but he really was batshit insane.
Kevin HearneOh noes, kitteh haz major angriez!โ I said. I turned around to share a laugh with my companions and found them glaring at me. โWhat?โ I asked. Leif shook a finger and said in a low, menacing tone, โIf you tell me I have to talk like an illiterate halfwit to fit into this society, I will punch you.โ โAnd Iโll pull out your goatee,โ Gunnar added. โLolcat iz new happeh wai 2 talk,โ I explained to them. โU doan haz 2 be kitteh 2 speek it.
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