I've so enjoyed the participatory nature of some recent posts and, let's be honest, shall we?, I am so frickity-frack-fruckin' tired from blogging almost every day since the beginning of the year that I'm going to get all interactive on your asses.
You, yes, you, get to pick next Friday's post! From a host (almost an internal rhyme, there) of choices moldering away in my drafts folder.
This isn't an entirely new game; I did it once before, long ago, when gentle woodland creatures frolicked joyously in fields of green and banks still loaned money rather than borrow it.
But because I like to change it up, I'm adding this twist: one post wins; all the rest, in whatever stages of doneness they are, get deleted. Because we can have a taste of spring cleaning right in the middle of this hellish winter we're all suffering through in Southern California. In the words of one of the great men of our time, yes, we can!
So here they are: my little Frankenstein babies. (I'd say my little Sophie's choices, but that would be incredibly tasteless...right?) YOU are the judge of who lives...and who disappears with one click of the "Bulk Edit" button:
- Colleen Meets the Cluestick (A Tale in Two Parts)
- Why size doesn't matter
- But enough about me, what can you do for me?
- Keeping your eyes on your own paper
- Too much of a good thing
- In between hard rock and A Summer Place
- law of attraction
- Nerd Soundtracks
Well, okay, I reserve the right to use the title for something else, if I really like it. But the post itself? OUTTA HERE.
Just like me, on this Friday evening. Have yourself a merry little weekend!