But knowing me, that's really not surprising.
B. Blogger. Is. Driving. Me. Insane. I try to respond to your comments, and it eats me! So. This is what I tried to write in response to the comments on my last post.
Mercy--It's a masterpiece! That's what!Of course, I couldn't leave you wondering what I'd say in response, because everything I write is so profound.
Specifically, a scrap of fabric folded in half and sewn in straight lines over and over and over.
Thomas--Thing. Only thing.
What is it called, anyway? I guess I'd know if I actually looked at the thing.
There I go again. Thing. Thing, thing, thing, thing.
Like thing. Bask in awe of the poeticness.
C. I had a lovely afternoon admiring the underbelly of a tree. I picnicked in the woods in my backyard and did a bit of schoolwork. (The many wonderful things about homeschooling!) Littlest Horsie nibbled on my blanket. Squirrels chattered at me. Fire ants found their way up my pants.
From the outside, luckily.
D. The first time I wrote this paragraph, I made such a horrible error I fear I shall never forgive myself. I don't trust myself grammatically to go on at this hour. But it's Friday, and I have a duty to provide geekiness to my readers... although most won't see it earlier than Saturday.
E. I'm stalling.
F. The longer I keep you waiting, the more time I have to find something for Geeky Friday. 'Cause I forgot to plan ahead this week.
G. Why is it that I forget the many other things I have to do when I am idle, and suddenly they come back to me when I'm in the middle of something?
H. When I pause, I have to sing through the alphabet again to remember what letter comes next.
I. I've always found it amusing that the alphabet spells "Hi!".
J. Perhaps I should actually go look for something to post now.
L. Khan Academy is awesome.
M. I could easily spend all day watching his videos.
N. In fact, I might spend the rest of the night doing that.
O. It's Friday night, after all.
P. The night of nerdiness.
Q. Now I feel obligated to finished the alphabet, even though I really have nothing left to say.
R. Waking to Bach is a lovely thing. I've set my alarm to play his organ music at seven-thirty each morning. (I'd set it earlier if I managed to get to bed at a human hour.) If ever you need a boost in the mornings, I prescribe Bach.
S. I have no idea what movie my father is watching right now, but it looks... really rather horrible.
T. I'm rather tired tonight, so it will be amusing tomorrow to see what typos I didn't catch before posting.
Translation: Please don't burn me at the stake if you find an error, because I'll do it myself.
U. It's a strange letter.
V. I need to read. Eh. You know something's wrong when I'm not looking forward to reading.
W. This information is all quite useless and nothing you were really interested in knowing, save for K.
Next time won't you sing with me?