Tower of Babel

If you're reading this, then I'm guessing you speak English. If you don't, then please apprise me of your self-assessed echelon of comprehension on a decile scale, with high digits denoting -- or shall I say correlating with -- a higher level of cognizance. Muchisimas gracias!

When ya come to think of it, it's really funny how there are so many languages. And when I say "funny" I don't mean ironic, I mean hilarious. I mean, really, everyone else talks so weird, don't they! It just sounds like a bunch of gobbledy-gooky jabberwocky. Why can't the whole world speak English, and eat hamburgers, and drive SUVs, and think their culture is the best thing ever? Well, I don't know; maybe they'll reveal the answer to that question on the series finale of Lost; I sure hope so.

So I guess you noticed that it's been a lil' over four months since my last post. You must be asking yourself, where's that guy been, man I really missed him. Well, we're forward-looking here at Philly 215, so just like Don Henley ("a little voice inside my head said don't look back, you can never look back") let's never mind the past. It's all water under the bridge. And speaking of water and bridges, there will be some exciting posts to come very soon. Be sure to check back frequently and often and a lot.

For everyone who couldn't read this post, avisame pa' los proximos cuentos, por fa'. Until tomorrow, peace out y'all!