Did I commit to one hundred days of blogging? Or was it one thousand? It feels like it’s going to be a thousand. Feel free to mock me for bitching already.
This is a glorious Tuesday, except for the impressive number of hours that were absolute shit. However, the important bits remained important, and I’m pretty stoked about those. Tonight will be another pop culture-loaded nerd-post, which should be a nice break from my writing posts. Or maybe not.
Tuesday nights are sacred in the Wacky Shack to begin with, and this Tuesday was just full of awesome. And this intro has been dragged out far too long. Continue reading
“Happy Monday!” – said no sane person in the history of the planet. What is it about Mondays that make me want to apply a cattle prod to people’s eyeballs? I mean, sure, most people approach Monday with all the charm and cheer of Garfield (or, if you’re feeling a bit surreal, Garfield Without Garfield). That’s probably not helping anyone.
Maybe it’s because a weekly adventure at The Wacky Shack may involve watching The Bachelor and The Bachelorette, if only because Brianne watches it while chatting with her friends about how bad it is (and other things that actually matter). These shows are a special kind of Hell, and they certainly only contribute to the Monday miasma of shittiness. No, WordPress, I don’t mean skittishness back there. I can’t judge them for their Monday night television choices, because I’ve got plenty of guilty pleasures, too (arguably not nearly as bad as watching The Bachelor or The Bachelorette, but I suppose that’s a bit subjective).
This post has been lurking around in the back of my thoughts for a while, and so I’m going to put it to work. Shameless geekery ahead. Continue reading