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So, I've really been slacking on the blog recently, huh? I'm sorry, I've just been diverting my attention elsewhere. I worked at the comedy club last night and wrote a few new Autoblogs this week, so don't think I'm not working at all. Not to mention going snowboarding, going to class, going to 2 string cheese concerts, and looking for a place to live. Now that I think of it, all in all I would say I actually had a fairly productive week, thank you very much.

I found this picture online, let's see if I can come up with a story about this guy:

After traveling almost 32oo miles from my home, my month-long journey was finally over. The sun hung low in the sky as I struggled to climb the last final steps, but even though my body ached, I could not help but smile. The monastery was exactly as I imagined it during my travels. Its design was simple; the thatch roof and sliding doors were typical of the psuedo-Asian arquitecture of the period, and upon entering the sand courtyard I had the feeling of being embraced by the loving arms of the sanctuary.

The master was seated alone in the center of the courtyard, meditating in a full lotus postion. His pale, white skin shone nearly translucent in the late afternoon sun, and he appeared to be almost glowing, radiating love and positivity. I dared not disturb him, but he must have felt my shadow on his leg, because he suddenly removed his snorkel and ski goggles before standing to greet me. "It is a great honor to meet you," I began, but he waved his hand to silence me. He did not speak, but as he motioned me closer and handed me the goggles, I somehow knew he wanted me to put them on. What happened then I can never fully understand, but through the foggy, orange tint of the lenses, I suddenly saw the world as it truly was. The sandy courtyard was alive with wildlife and vegetation, and the simple monastery around us suddenly appeared to be ornately decorated with sculptures and murals from all over the world. I turned to look at the master, but he too had changed. He was more than seven feet tall, tan, and muscular, yet I still had no trouble recognizing him.

"These goggles," he explained, "are capable of filtering the world in a way that lets us see only spiritual beauty, for that is the only true form. The forms you see without them are manipulated by evil to make them appear beautiful, and thus make you love evil. I know why you have come to me, for when I saw you with these goggles, I saw the cloud over your head. Come and join us here, and you will learn the way to happiness."

I followed him into a small room on the first floor of the monastery, which he explained would be my own, personal meditation site. I was hoping to rest before beginning my new instruction, but the master insisted that I begin immediately. As we sat down together he instructed me to put in the snorkel as well, and breathe deeply. I closed my eyes and concentrated on his voice while he softly chanted a mantra, and was once again amazed as each breath through the snorkel suddenly began to fill me with incredibly powerful feelings of peace, relaxation, and positivity.

... I think you get the idea, that's enough for now.