My God, what have I done? As Alec Guinness said that in "Bridge Over the River Kwai" we all said, "Well, DUH," and waited for him to make it right. I have no fuse plunger to fall on here, but I surely wish I could blow this whole thing up; do blogs have to be attended every single day? What about the days when I wake up stupid from having thrashed all night worrying about the danged blog?
I might just have created a monster here. Bear with me, my friends -- we'll press on as best we can. Today IS a stupid day, and I have a couple of errands to run first thing, so I'll get back to business in the heat of the day (which is well established by 11 a.m. -- is there anyone outside of the Bush administration who still thinks global warming is a CONTROVERSY?) and try to be, if not brilliant, vaguely entertaining.
In the meantime, I'll make myself a nice LIST (I can hear King Listmaker Justin now, "Nyah nyah, Mom's making a li-ist") of the things I want to talk about and then I can just tick them off. I have some old stuff mouldering my docs folder; if this gets to be too much, I'll resurrect some of it and do some copy/paste art.
I will also, of course, take special requests. Martina? Helllp me!
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