So … today was another day I
didn’t die worked on writing stuff, after doing things so boring I’ll leave them out. It felt so good to not die be alive, that we took a walk before it rained and my husband noticed a dead bird. So we stopped and gave it a brief moment of silence. Then, we moved on. And he mentioned that some other animal will get to eat it and survive because he/she is dead, and I agreed.
Which reminds me that I found this other blog, which showed up in the comments to my most popular post ever on this blog (other than the “Weird Al” Yankovic post, which was Freshly Pressed, so that was an outlier). Now, what are the chances I’d run across a blog called My Life on the N-List? Click it and you’ll understand why I was reminded. Ha ha ha …
Plus let’s not forget that there’s also a blog called The Midlist. Which is way awesome, too.
BTW, because of a
guy chap bloke fellow in Britain named Paul Downie, who I met via this blog, and about whom you can read further here, because I’ve already typed it and I’m too gimpy busy happy to type when I don’t need to, I do the nightly teaser quizzes (sp?) on his blog. When I can get my fingers to move. Ha ha ha …
So, the point — and there is one — is that I found out while answering the quiz one night that the British SAS really saved the freaking day during the Iranian hostage crisis. I never realized this.
PPPS: Good to see you’re making the time to exercise, CJ West! Here’s
hoping you don’t have a stroke anyway, like I did to your health!
I can’t wait to visit the UK, now!
PPPPPS: My Other Career is a totally awesome blog, especially when it gives advice like this. It really resonated with me, because I believe in failing spectacularly. (And I wasted lots more time explaining things back when I wrote that … ha ha ha …)
BTW, here’s a book review I posted (or a link to it — whatever) and here’s a post about skateboards or California or toys or texting or something. I have no fucking idea what that post is about, so read it
and weep, if you like. #iamfoolish
Furthermore, even though
technology is an asshole I ran into a few snafus with my print edition cover, all is well now. My proof copy is really on it’s way , assuming the mail service doesn’t totally fuck everything up. I can’t wait to get my hot little hand(s) on it.
UPDATE: Holy shit! Look who’s coming to Barnes & Noble in Annapolis! #furiouslyhappy