We are liking more and more the idea of Omnibus Mondays rather than Fridays because Mondays are days when our mind is not working so well and it is better not to have to think in an organized manner on Mondays. So we are going to do that. And then we will make Tuesdays quiz days, and perhaps we will bring back Choose What Matthew Will Write About Fridays, except we will make it Choose What Matthew Will Write About Wednesdays because we am thinking that Wednesdays are a better day for being led around by handcuffs. So that leaves Thursdays and Fridays and Weekends, and so this is what we are thinking:
1) Thursdays shall be Review Something At Length Thursdays, which is where I (I’m finally ditching the “royal we” today, yes) will review something at length. (Via a swiftly happening set of circumstances -- it started about six hours ago -- it seems that I will be writing a few music reviews for Plan 9's monthly music magazine, so that is quite swell.)
2) Fridays shall be I Have No Idea Fridays, which is where I will spend every Friday trying to come up with an idea that I can write about every Friday.
3) Weekends -- which are currently usually dark, as theatre folk say -- shall be Guest Commentary Weekends, which is where I do not have to do any work beyond simply hitting the "Post and Publish" button and on a bad day maybe also Control-C and Control-V. I have not asked Kimberly about this, but I believe I would like her to write the first guest commentary for Guest Commentary Weekends because she, um, I do not want to give it away, but she said to me regarding this happening, "If I had a blog, this is the type of thing that I would write in it." And so I was hoping that she would write about that this weekend. Will you, Kimberly?
So, Matthew, why do you feel this need to compartmentalize every day in this manner? Because.
Oh. That's right.
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Possibilities for Choose What Matthew Will Write About Wednesdays! I was reminded of this failure of an experiment on Tuesday, when I gave one of those three fabled stories about Burger King that I was going to write about but never did to Jo[h]n for the basis of an English paper: an English paper that he will e-mail me very shortly and I will post on this website, yes, Jo[h]n? So because one of the stories is finally sneaking out, I do have a twinge of hope that this endeavor may flourish the second time.
Five possibilities you may vote for, or you may come up with your own:
1) A scathing statement about Craig Kilborn and his show that does not use the letter "r."
2) A sad soliloquy about the leaving of too many bell choir members (a list that now includes Lynn, for those who did not know).
3) A scintillating set of reviews about punctuation marks (A- for semicolon, C+ for left bracket, etc.)
4) A so-so submission listing the ten girls in my (either sophomore or junior; I can't remember) class with which a computer matching service said I was most romantically harmonious. (I do not know why anyone would vote for this, since only Ed and Beth-Annie would potentially know any of them, and we all know what they will vote for. But whatever.) (Oh, and in case Andrew is reading this: No, Buffy is not on there.)
5) A sufferable sonnet about Charles Nelson Reilly.
I know, I know: How can you possibly choose between so many quality choices?
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
