Monday, March 29, 2010

Counterfactual of the Week

This week, we consider an extraordinarily cogent contingency. What if I wasn't too busy to post a counterfactual of the week?

As the courtier of Cooper St., I find working for coin particularly vulgar and contrary to my humanist virtue.

However, they call me the workin' man, I guess that's what I am.


  1. Well said. You could of also called yourself a croupier. But why go there.

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  3. FEL, you should number these counterfactuals as they increase in both number, length and not least, relevance. Like SC, OO and myself may return to the arms of former lovers in a moment of weakness, I may want to return to this post to see such choice pictures of RUSH. After all, "for those who wish to be, must put aside the alienation and get on with the fascination, the real relation, the underlying in the FISHEYE LENS, caught in the camera eye, I have no heart to lie, I can't pretend a stranger is a long-awaited friend."

  4. I almost put up an even choicer image, but it was too small and b&w. The three of them were dressed in ridiculous looking silk bathrobes, looking very prog-rock/metallic, circa early 70s I would guess