I Like Jokes

It was the year 2012 and the world best renowned blogger had to go one way or the other, just like everyone else on the globe. She got to the gates and followed the directions to the place where she was going to spend the rest of her eternity. The path she was told to follow took her down echoing marble-floored halls whose walls were painted with stunning murals and crumbled wads of paper hanging from the ceiling like clouds. Colored pencils and pens in every shade of blue and black inks seemingly suspended in air swayed in the breeze she made as she drifted through the corridors.
After peeking through open doors into countless other rooms ornamented in her favorite artistic styles, she finally reached a room that would be hers. The gold-gilded plaque on the heavy mahogany door read: “hannah’s brave new (media) world.” Expecting all the comforts of her previous life in the age of information and technology, she expected more than she could possible conceive. Still, she hoped no less than her eternity to be the predictably comfortable way of life to which she was accustomed.
Instead, there was only a lone silhouette behind a cold metal desk. As she presented her person in exile papers to him she asked, “What do you call the palace beyond this door that is more then I could ever dream and do I have the keys to access all of those rooms filled with culture and ideas of my wildest imagination?”
The figure shook his head slowly and replied that the only set of keys to the palace would go with him when he left.
“This will be your desk and all the tools that you are allowed to create and communicate with are prearranged to be delivered on Tuesday of next week. Here is the list of things you are selected for you, but now I must leave,” he said as he handed her a slip of paper.
The listed items were:
1 typewriter and a ditto machine.
That is all.