It has come to my attention via the Google on the Internets that an impostor is posing as the plasticgraduate.
Yes, he tries to distinguish himself by placing a space between the two words- "plastic graduate" - and he writes much of his blog entries in Chinese, but take no substitutes, my friends, the real plasticgraduate, author of lonejustice, is unique and safely ensconced in the Plasticave somewhere in the Great Northwest.
Some of this charlatan's English-language blog entries are often filled with the type of tired excuses for lapses that have become all too common in the blogosphere:
It has been quite a while since the last time I wrote an entry. Even though I despise the activity of maintaining a blog as a fashion statement, I do have rare fits of pouring out junk from my brain just to clear up spaces for the exams. Therefore, the entry is kind of long, and you have no choice but to live with it.
Ah, but you have every choice, my friend. Yes, you, my dear reader, my loving public, have come to expect nothing but the highest quality junk from me - therefore, you will receive no excuses here.
Call your cable provider today and tell them, "I want the real plasticgraduate!"
No, just kidding. Only trying to get your attention. No prize here. Nothing to look at. Move along.
Unfortunately prime tweeting hours are between 9 am and 9 pm, so I've been forced to write this in blog format. No more putting on airs.
Yes, I have found incontrovertible proof that spending the past 60 days on the internet has made me stupid. I know this, not because I read it in Wikipedia, but because I read it in an article in a high falutin' magazine called The Atlantic. OK, so I didn't really read the article. But I did look at the headline. And that was pretty scary.
