Slacker. Lazybones. Lollygagger. Procrastinator. World-class pastry chef.
All true, I admit to it, mea bloody damn culpa.
Except that last, I was just testing you. Pastry chef indeed.
Please, do not get me started on any Gordon Ramsey tangents, as there are so many things I could rant on and on and on about Mr. R., not in the least his insistence of being the absolute raving jackass jerk to a roomful of people with knives who he cannot possibly keep his eye on all at once. Okay, I admit I like the ever-dangling threat of someone going megapostal and removing his ever-dangly bits.
But this is all to buy some more time admit to my tardiness in getting some bloggy obligations fulfilled. I have 5 questions to sent to five unsuspecting victims volunteers for interviews. I have a meme-y thing Margi tickled me with. I have this file *waving file in the air and shaking it like a Brit nanny* of things I've bookmarked "post about this later", some of which I have no idea why I was going to post about it later, but surely it will come to me.
I read one of those "how to properly blog" thingums recently and one of the edicts was "BLOG EVERY DAY". Well, I could blog every day, if I were one of those people to whom something happened every day. I am not. Sometimes I have to take a stab at blogworthy alchemy and force an issue so as to have subject matter. Like the plants. Did you think I like plants? Pretty blossoms? Nice greenery? The honest sweat and toil of the day sweetly pushing me into my deck chair and encouraging me to have a beer and admire the fruits of my labors?
Balls. It was all bloggery. I *sniffle* don't give a good hoot *sniff* if they all turned brown and crumbly *sob*. Buggery plants.
Let's move on.
In conclusion, let me just say I am in favor of leash laws and will do my best as your elected representative to ensure that all men are securely fastened.... what? Ooops, sorry, wrong notes.
I really need to get organized here.
And I will, and write those posts, and tidy up this mess in the corner...
Right after I finish my coffee.
Cream?
I dunno. I think you're one of those people who *makes* something happen every day. Like this post.
;-)
Posted by: zonker at June 10, 2005 07:43 AMNothing happens to me everyday either.
Never stopped me from writing about it though.
A blog about nothing. I smell a hit TV show...
Posted by: Jennifer at June 10, 2005 09:06 AMYes, well. . .
but it's the WAY you write about that nothing that is utterly enchanting.
Like I would SO come over for coffee (or you would) and we'd talk about our nothingness.
So don't you put yourself down, love. I'd read your grocery list fachrissakes. You're THAT good.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at June 10, 2005 11:19 AMYou write about nothing far better than I write about something... hmmm - maybe I should start blogging about nothing - except I can't quite do it as well as you can. *grin*
Posted by: Teresa at June 10, 2005 11:55 AMAs I was IMPORTANTLY saying, your last TPS report didn't have a cover sheet on it. I'm sure it was an oversight. Didn't you get the memo? I'll fax you another.
Posted by: dogette at June 10, 2005 05:36 PMYou are to blogs what Seinfeld was to sitcoms.
Posted by: Jim at June 10, 2005 06:35 PM