Well, the title kinda says it all, doesn’t it? This, right here, the post you are reading right now (or absorbing through your fingertips, I don’t discriminate against mutants… you freaks!) This is indeed the inaugural post. We originally had a cannon and some fireworks as celebration, but… well, a coupla pranks got out of hand, one thing led to another, and now it’s illegal for myself and any associates to be in Milwaukee.
Anyway, at a loss for what to really post as the first article ever on Mine Sweeper, I opted to analyse the chosen title for this site. For instance, let’s start by breaking it down. Oxford Dictionary defines Mine as ‘Not yours’, while Sweeper is defined as ‘A person who moves dust from point A to point B, point B usually being only two steps from point A, and in heavy traffic’.*
So, in total, the title of this page can be taken to mean “Not your depressing and unrewarding job/ chore”. Which leads us to a problem, cos it sure as hell ain’t mine! It could also just be that the title was chosen because of the slight insanity of the author. Maybe.
*Oxford Dictionary probably doesn’t endorse either of these descriptions. Probably.
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Freakin’ hilarious as usual. Really needed the laugh, actually. I don’t have a free day until week 4 (March 23rd onwards) so it was almost like catching up. I had never noticed how wheelchair ramp-friendly the Aztecs were until you mentioned it. So, so true. LMAO.