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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

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NaBloPoMo 2006: Who Will Survive?

As I made my daily rounds this week, I couldn't help but feel that some of us are beginning to crack under the pressure of the November post-a-day challenge.

Laid Off Dad has done gone and opened a can of whup-ass, and although I swear I was nowhere near the incident, just reading about it made me feel like I should issue a formal apology, obtain legal counsel and possibly enter rehab.

Then today I wandered over to OCLB to read what I thought would be the latest installment in Brandon's recounting of his Eastern European grand tour back in the nineties. It really puts the od back in odyssey, and I have been quite riveted. Imagine "On the Road" as re-imagined by Borat (Mom, you are forbidden to read it). Anyway, for whatever reason, there was an interlude post up instead. I can't really even describe to you what was going on over there in the comments section this afternoon. They had gotten a whiff of good storytelling and now they are thrashing around the pool like blood-crazed sharks. I just hope Brandon got out okay.

As for me, well, yesterday I wrote about Wham! and tonight I am hoping to divert you with a beer in a shiny aluminum bottle. Shine-y, candy-like aluminum bottle. Isn't it cute? I figured if the beer wasn't any good, I could hang them on the Christmas tree this year.

I haven't checked on Mme. Kennedy, who unleashed all this madness, to see what's going on over there today. Probably a lot of maniacal cackling and brisk rubbing of hands as she gazes into her google reader, shrieking, "Dance, my little puppets! Dance!"

It seems like there are lots more tribe members I am watching with concern. But I can't think of them right now, because I have only so many minutes until midnight to wrap this up. But please, consider my comments section this week's tribal council. If you or someone you love suffers with NaBloPoMo, let us know if the torch still burns.

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Blogger ducklet said...

i would try to stop my commenters, but the sharks in a blood rage is a good analogy.

and my site is so mom-friendly!

7:57 AM  
Blogger scott said...

[If I knew how to spell it, I'd type that ominous sound from the beginning of the John Williams Jaws theme song.]

Hello, Kyran.

8:09 AM  
Blogger Kyran said...

just when I thought it was safe...

hi brandon, hi scott. glad you haven't been eaten alive yet.

brandon, if my mother shows up at your place I will be grounded for the rest of my life.

8:33 AM  
Blogger bluebird of paradise said...

i haven't yet , but i will........
keep going , you can do it. if dallas penney from irishtown could win the world title for the dancing marathon at the corner brook plaza you can keep blogging for 8 more days..........
the end is in sight!

10:09 AM  
Blogger Karla said...

I'll be glad when Nablopomo is over. It was nice for the first few days because my favorite bloggers always had a new post up, but at this point some of them are really scraping the bottom of the barrel looking for material to write about. Some of them have begun listing their favorite letters of the alphabet, the contents of their desk drawers, or which crayon they'd be if they could choose. Die, Nablopomo!!

7:18 PM  
Blogger Kyran said...


At least they are not posting the contents of their underwear drawers. But there are seven days to go.

8:47 PM  

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