Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Last week someone left a wooden dowel in my mailbox at work. Being the enterprising, young megalomaniac that I am, I decided to use it as a flagpole upon which would proudly hang the flag of my new country. The territory of my (as yet unnamed) country spans the entire volume of my office--wall to wall and floor to ceiling. I own the rights to whatever minerals are to be found within the industrial-grade carpet underfoot, and reserve the right to shoot down any paper airplane that enters my airspace without clearance. Come by for a visit anytime, though-- just be sure that your passport is in order. Applications for citizenship are also being considered, unfortunately you will have to contend with a mountain of red tape. It hardly seems worth the effort, really. Better to just sneak in, but be sure to bring along some beer with which to bribe the border guards.