On neglect and other fun ideas

Me : Whirled Peas :: Britney Spears : Sean Preston

I am to this blog as Britney Spears is to Sean Preston.

[If you know not what I am referring to, you really need to get out more.]

I mean I haven't worn curlers in my hair while driving down the road with my blog facing the wrong way or anything (I hope she put sunscreen on him at least.) I haven't even tripped and nearly dropped my blog on the sidewalk nor have I left my blog with a nanny who could drop it on its head. But I haven't paid as much attention to it as I would like.

Have I been neglectful? Do you care? Have you even missed the oh-so-eloquent drivel that I spew here daily?

The fact is, I don't have much to say. Sure, I could tell you about how I am kicking ass at school and maybe getting a paper published next fall (my first). How I met one of my favorite authors last week and he gave one of his books that I've been wanting. I could tell you about my other job as Apartment Manager Extraordinaire*. I could show you more pictures of my kitten. I could tell you how my daughter is turning 17 on Sunday and how my son called me from France today. I could also tell you that I am going to Disneyland tomorrow (yeehaw!). I could even do a meme!

But you expect, nay demand, more than that from the whole 1.5 minutes you invest here daily. You are a discriminating bunch of blog readers! Only the very best will do for you. I do hate to disappoint you so, in my usual perfectionist manner, I decide to write nothing instead of something lame.

I will try to aim low for a while and hope the blogger's block clears soon. I checked my stats and someone at NBC was reading my blog. Maybe they are so intrigued by my awesomeness they want to do a show! I guess they do need to fill the Will & Grace spot now. I am available. My calendar is ready to be cleared at a moment's notice. (Psst. Hey you at NBC, call me!) I'm thinking a show about Sawyer (Josh Holloway) and me. We could be trapped in an elevator for the whole season. I bet that would be interesting. Here's the pitch: two people trapped in an elevator for 26 hours. Each episode would cover one hour in real time in the elevator. I imagine though 22 of those hours would be spent making out so maybe that wouldn't be so much fun to watch. Fun to film though for sure!

I digress.

Maybe I'll find some blogworthy things at the Happiest Place on Earth. We'll see. I've actually got two papers to write and a final next week, so I may be incommunicado until Thursday.


Y'all have a great weekend. Or as they say in France: "Avez-vous un bon week-end!"


*Apartment Manager Extraordinaire is my secret CIA cover. I am not allowed to talk about it on my blog. Forget I even said anything!