So this is the post I started last week:
It seems like every time we have a bout of rain around here our Internet goes down. But not every day it rains… only the first day it rains. I.e. five days of straight rain and our Internet will be up and down that first day, then it's fine. Sort of like how everyone forgets how to drive on that first day of rain. Even though winters here are mostly rain. You'd think that would keep drivers fresh.
Anyway.
I seem to have inadvertently addicted my child to cafes and tea houses. Given the current state of the economy these are probably places I shouldn't even go
… aaaaaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!
OK, it didn't really end with the written out scream but sometimes, with the number of posts I start and leave unfinished, I feel like they should. All I need left is a few crashes of lightning, and the power going out just as someone knocks mysteriously at the door. Of course, all of these posts are intended to be full of witty banter (can it be called banter if it's just one person?) and babbling insightful commentary.
Anyway. I have stuff to write. No, really. However, as I'm trying to organize my brain into some aspect of coherency (it is Monday, after all) I'm wondering if anyone's up for a little post improv? Throw out some phrases, topics, suggestions, or questions (NEW!) and let's see what spills out of the nether creative regions.
– the weirdgirl
P.S. If you'd like to know why I haven't been blogging feel free to direct letters of complaint to my boss, Wicked Taskmaster.
Are we talkin’ the Wicked Task Master from across the pond, or the one you married….hahahahaahah
The one from across the pond. The guy I married has to deal with own wicked taskmaster…
But don’t worry, I only put him on the rack every once in a while. Bwa ha ha!
I feel this close to just posting ‘aaaagggghhhh!’ here and there the way my moods are going
What is the sound of one blog bantering?
If I waited for coherency I would never be able to post.
Screaming is good. Let it out.
Okay, finish these scenarios…
The day started out fantastic, with bright sunshine, crisp fall air, and a heady sense of anticipation. Little did we know that the anticipation was the byproduct of the aliens who were about to invade dazzling us mentally to take it like champs and smile through it all. So for once, my bad mood and irritability that was irrepressive served me well, for I escaped that first surge unscathed.
I didn’t mean to kill him. It just sorta happened, even though I was stomping around my apartment just hours before that swearing I was gonna kill him. I didn’t really mean it, though, not that the police’ll believe me after my nosy, busybody neighbor lady with all the cats and the knitting told them she heard me ranting about killing him just that morning. But that didn’t change the fact that my boss was dead, and he was dead inside my apartment, and I was the one that done it.
Enjoy.
FADKOG – In my early days of blogging I’m pretty sure I had a couple of posts just like that.
Heather – Um… Dooce? (Oh wait, only we she closes comments.)
Evyl – Yeah, that’s par for the course around here. But give me credit for trying to change!
Chag – Ooh, how about a twitter show for screamers? (If you organized it EVERYONE would come!)
ShutterBitch – NICE! This should be fun. I wonder if I write a post about killing my post if that would be considered PR?
ShutterBitch – that was supposed to say “killing my boss”.
Geez, self-prophesying much, wg?
Yeah, I always start good posts in my head and then by the time I get to the keyboard, I have forgotten all about it.
Hmm. Maybe you should blog about why they wasted so many letters on Mississippi. Wouldn’t it sound the same if it were spelled Misisipi? Just a thought.
PART II of course is the haunting!
MJ – Another one is Louisville. WHY do they use all those letters when they’re just going to pronounce it as loolville?
Taskmaster – I’ll leave that to you to pen! (I see you dropped off the “wicked”.)
did I mention that is more work?