Tower of C

Many two of you have asked how an ancient warrior such as myself has survived 103 world wars and thousands of years of famine, disease and destruction. Well, I will have you know that I was born and raised with famine, disease and destruction. In fact, famine, disease and destruction is my middle name. I breeeeathe famine, disease and destruction. Sometimes that leads to a slight cough, but it's nothing a little Tussin can't cure. And a nice, hot bath with lots of bubbles. Mmm. Bubbles.

Subscribe to the Tower of C, the successor to the Tower of Babel, where they started speaking all these weird languages like French and Urdu. Speaking of Babel, that thing went down real quick-like one hot Summer day. A group of us were sitting around the fountain on the 3rd floor, sharing the latest ancient warrior gossip, and Bam! Suddenly I couldn’t understand a word this guy Loduk was saying, and while that was not strange in and of itself – Loduk’s stories were long-winded and rambling – this was different. It was like a hole-notha-language -- a.k.a., the HNL -- and anyways, a few of us got to gesturing, and we decided to just assign meaning to each letter in the alphabet, and in that way, we'd still be able to communicate. Well, to make a long story even longer, that’s how we got to call my home the Tower of C. Just one letter. But a whole lotta meaning. Which worked out for a month or so, but when you only have 26 things to say, conversation can be pretty boring.

The passion stoked by the introduction of next generation entertainment such as the Nintendo Wii or Playstation 3 pails in comparison to the furor that was unleashed by the first sail sale. You should have seen the Phoenician market that Winter solstice. Hundreds were harpooned as sailors fought to purchase first-of-its-kind, limited edition flax canvas.

Blogging has a rich, ancient heritage, dating back to long-ago Sumeria, when the citizens of that nation’s great capital ceaselessly carped about the local god-king’s monopolistic practices regarding the price of papyrus. The endless complaining set down in ink on community sheepskin brought about a revolution in the god-king’s court, and since that time, the unwashed masses have held a distinctly powerful advantage over their rulers, a.k.a., the blog.