Is Chris McNee a stooge?

Today in sociology, I was sitting there minding my own business as I often do. Listening to Conor waste time as he spoke about something nerdy. I occasionally looked at Gabe and we exchanged witty remarks about the entire situation.

This for me was a normal day, until I glanced to my left, and to my horror it wasn't Declan's encouraging smile that met me but rather the face of the devil himself.

yes, the hairy face of one Chester Michael Adamik, and he said to me:

"Chris, update your blog you stooge"

Well, here I am, updating my blog.

The problem does remain that I don't know what to blog about. My assingment is over, so this isn't acutally necessary and now that no one in my class is blogging Chester and Declan are most likely the only people who will ever read this.

But does this stop a dedicated blogger?

"Hell No!"

I will publish my opinions in the false belief that someone out there in "teh intrawebs"(Conor Bendle, Line 6 sociology) will read it and be so blown away by my sheer amounts of awesome that they may continue to read all of my posts and maybe even forward it to a friend.

I have decided that today's post will be about Robert Frost, and more specifically a random poem I select from his collection of poems. Exciting I know.

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the end of the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don't stand still and look around

on all the hills I haven't hoed,

and shout from where I am, "What is it?"

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade end up and five feet tall

And plod: I go up to the stone wall,

For a friendly visit

Profound Robert Frost, profound.

anyway this has been enough bludging for me as I must return to my real homework. But please enjoy the poetry Declan and Chester.