The .doc file of J. Alfred Prufrock

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(via BoingBoing from back in September – yes, I’m that far behind) Excellent retelling/recasting of the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock into an even more modern idiom, by Copperbadge on LiveJournal:

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a laptop, put in sleep mode on a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The blinking-light retreats
Of restless nights in free-wifi cafes
And public libraries with internet
Streets that follow like messageboard argument
of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming blog post
Oh, do not ask, “What, yaoi?”
Let us go and post an entry.

And

I have seen the screen of my laptop flicker,
And I have seen the eternal bluescreen hold my eye, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

This is what the internets is for.

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