This one is easy for me considering that this blog has only been in effect since August.
1) Harken back to your archives.
2) Collect the first sentence you wrote every month for the whole year.
3) Entertain us.
August 2006: You may know me as Lauren of Feministe.
September 2006: Barbie gets a dog that poops.
October 2006: I caught a nasty bug over the weekend.
November 2006: Q: What sucks about being allergic to your inhaler when you have bronchitis?
December 2006: Fire ‘em up and spit ‘em out. (FRT, of course)
And that was boring. Your turn.
I have you beat, though.
December 2006: Yeah, I’m making the first post on my new blog a Friday Random Ten.
The end.
You think you have it bad, check out this wasteland”
For those who don’t feel like inaugurating your New Year with a bunch of depressing, repetitive articles, I have set up photo albums from Christmas past and Christmas present on my Flickr site. It’s weekly caption time, partially celebrating our most useless of civil ceremonies (which remained unwatched by me, although I might try a radically shorter, alerted version of the address by the end of the week… no promises). Thanks to the kind linkage from Aunt Twisty, we are compiling quite an impressive list of linguistic annoyances. The People’s Republic of Austin, home of liberal inclusiveness so endearing that it makes me want to chew foil, acquits two officers of punching a handcuffed man fourteen times in the head and back. Sick of annoying tirades about the maintenance problems on Elevator #2? Tick tock, and The Left (me) don’t stop. It seems that no matter how badly we drive this miserable country into the ground, people still end up resenting our leadership in both houses of Congress. As my interest in the entire baseball season is about to run out, given the Astros’ miserable performance over the last three months, I thought I’d hasten the process by tell you why your cruddy National League team and their futile trade-deadline moves are doomed to failure. Time to fire up the digital player and put it on shuffle for a little musical adventure. Not off mental vacation yet. And now, the thing that lifts the dreariness from the middle of your work/drinking/sitting around the house and doing nothing at all week. Like the turning point in some shitty movie that prominently features a medley of songs by Survivor or Frank Stallone, the pupil in Iraq has now becomes the master!
This was cute. I did mine, here… http://www.krazykatknits.blogspot.com.
sorry, did that link wrong… http://www.krazykatknits.blogspot.com
I hope this one catches on, here’s mine:
May: Welcome to the land of double-binds, my name is flawedplan.
June: The Judge Rotenberg Center is under investigation for child torture. Again.
July: One quiet June night back in 1990 my regular midnight swim was disrupted by a sinister Mexican standing and staring at me through the gate.
Aug: Here comes a favorite piece of literature, up here for my friend who checked herself into the hospital yesterday.
Sept: Alrighty, let’s take it to school.
Oct: Now this cat delivers the goods.
Nov: I came across this academic site on the roots and influence of zines, kids can study this in college?
Dec: I just finished this gothic true tale about a genuine screaming-in-the-streets-mad doctor who ran New Jersey’s state hospital in the late 1920s.