[I Was Naked]
When I Wrote ThisAnd Now A Word From Our Sponsor
2007-11-19
Here's my excuse for not blogging...uhm...I'm picketing in support of the Hollywood writers who really have nothing to bitch about, but wanted some air time. After all, you know as a writer, the voice that you are putting to your words. Then along comes some pretty face and whether or not they nail it exactly as you intended, they still get spoken on air.
How many times are those writers really given the credit due? After your favorite show airs, and hopefully not one of those "realityesque" shows, because I have the same view of them as I do wrestling..it's just not real. Sorry WWF fans but seriously, that's just a soap opera for men, but I digress. I meant to say, how many times after watching your favorite show do you say to yourself,"Wow, good job writers!" Honestly I do say that whenever I watch LOST but other than that, the credit isn't given where it's due. My only hope is, that if they are picketing at least they have some clever signage. Which in my mind, since they are on strike, are they just walking around with blank picket signs?
Anyway, I hear things on the news, and think to myself, "Ooh I should address that..and then time escapes me, or as I've been doing lately, sleeping. I know I should be writing, because some of my thoughts come to me in my sleep. I woke myself frustrated the other morning because I was doing algebra in my sleep and the answers weren't correct. The odd part is, I never truly was one for algebraic equations, and it wasn't my best subject in school, let alone why on god's green earth I'm dreaming about it. Knowing my luck, it probably is some sign of a decline of my mental abilities, and the first sign of this tightly wound head of mine springing a leak. I can almost envision the whispered words behind cupped hands, "Doris, did you hear? She's finally lost it."
"Heavens to Murgatroid Marge, I heard it started with her losing her ability to do 7th grade math in her sleep."
" Tsk Tsk"
(Actually I'm starting to think it starts with conversations in my head between Doris and Marge, two women who only exist in the figment of this blog. Note to self, call and get an appointment with brain doctor.)
So until I actually have my thoughts together, and write something worthwhile, I'm now sending you back to your regularly scheduled reading, or television show. Whatever, but at least here on Shoutpost, I don't have to worry about advertising, and I'm ignoring the Netflix ad to my right. I think I'm just seeing things anyway.
Bishop\'s Fantasy? (2007-11-21)
If a=b and b=c, then a=c :) Happy Thanksgiving!
Froggie (2007-11-19)
Nope. I see Netflix too:)
Now, back to the news.
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