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Thirteen Excuses Not to Write a Thursday Thirteen
Yup, it’s a day early. Rejoice — I’ll have more for you tomorrow evening!
Why can’t I manage to write a Thirteen this week?
1. Trite. My dog ate numbers 5 through 11.
2. Whiny and self-pitying. I work soooo hard and soooo many people depend on me and I had this looong committee meeting tonight and I still have to write my Wednesday post.
3. Shirking. My son’s new computer game arrived in the mail today. I’d rather watch him play than write.
4. Shizophrenic. Here:
You see as soon as the skull is smashed and one still has flowers [laughs] with difficulty, so it will not leak out constantly. I have a sort of silver bullet which held me by my leg, that one cannot jump in, where one wants, and that ends beautifully like the stars. Former service, then she puts it on her head and will soon be respectable, I say, O God, but one must have eyes. Sits himself and eats it.
5. Shocked. Damn, coming up with thirteen excuses is harder than I thought.
6. Irrelevant. Look at the kitties!
7. Testosterony (with a dash of politics). I’m too busy searching for nude photos of Fred Thompson’s granddaughter wife.
8. Bizarre. Mind your own business, Mr. Spock, I’m sick of your half-breed interference, do you hear?
9. Brown-nosing. You guys are the greatest readers a blogger could ever have in the whole, wide world. You deserve the very best, and if I can’t give you the very best, I’d rather give you nothing at all.
10. Obnoxious. All you ever do is take, take, take, and all I ever do is give, give, give!
11. Vacuous. Uhhh . . . I dunno.
12. Honest. I’m working on a Cosmo Thirteen, but I need more time to do it up proper.
13. Clever. I know: I’ll write a “Thirteen Excuses” Thirteen!
I have a cunning plan . . .
You know what to do, and you have a reasonable expectation that I shall respond in an appropriate manner.
Dan holds forth on childish behavior
microsoar and Ms. Canada take a B-Spon ride
Omigod Darla, I want a becher, too
Carrie’s has the list of new releases. I’m looking forward to 7 and 9.
Kate has even more Jackie Kessler foo!
Trust me, Da Nator, the kewl kids will lurve you.
Oooh. Those amalows.
Pat: Dodge Caliber, Teh Suxx0r of rental cars.
D.
I was formulating a response, but then I got distracted by the kitties. Awww! They can has cheezburger!
Tony Robinson (who looks and sounds like Baldric in real life) seems to be cropping up all over at present. He’s just been seen hosting two BBC series simultaeneously on local TV: “Time Team” and “The worst jobs in history”. The former’s a bit dry and over-hyped, the latter both amusing and disturbing at times. Warning!!!! A naked Robinson features as a Victorian era artists’ model.
I love it. And hey, thanks for the idea–I nearly skipped the TT this week.
Always good to see Baldric giving people ideas….
I have 13 upcoming films.
I love it. Isn’t it sad that the quicky 13 are so often perfect?
for my TT I stole Jackie Kessler from you.
Are you still creating and/or responding to blogs on Wax, Boogers & Plegm? I’ve had no experience with blogging, but it seems there’s been little activity since December 2006. I also attempted to e-mail you an ENT question through your medical site, but delivery failed due to mail box over quota. Is there another means to this end?
Well, that turned out to be a very fun little thirteen. Sometimes spontaneity wins!
You forgot the blindsided excuse – OMG, is it Thursday already!?!
I should have saved my zoo shots for today.
[…] Doug got lazy. Sort of. […]
So how’d you get 5 through 11 back out of the dog? Induce vomiting, or just wait?
On second thought, I’d rather not know.
Here’s mine: 13 things about a rental car