A fun little multiple-choice word game: pick the right definition, and ten grains of rice are donated to starving folk.

Guess incorrectly and ten grains are taken away–snatched right out of the bowls of hungry little kids.

Get too many of them wrong, and they steal all the squeaky toys from that little dog that Ellen DeGeneres used to have.

On October 15th, bloggers around the web will unite to put a single important issue on everyone’s mind: the environment. Every blogger will post about the environment in their own way and relating to their own topic. Our aim is to get everyone talking towards a better future.

Hmm.

Go close all your doors and windows if you’re running the air conditioner in your house right now.

There. I’m all sanctimonioused up. Gimme my damn Nobel Peace Prize.

William Henry Harrison died on April 4. And Martin Luther King, Junior, too–not trying to slight anyone. But it’s too easy to recall Harrison’s end days: sworn in on March 4, died a month later when Henry Clay chopped off his head with Tecumseh’s battle axe. Or something like that.

April 4 and still no daily journal prompt-type thing. And it turns out I wasn’t doing March 29’s prompt yesterday: it was March 28’s. I’m just pedantic enough for that to be a big deal. So back to March 29’s: “You remind me of.”

There is no “you” here to remind me of anyone/anything right now. 7:20 PM and still at work, mostly to avoid the pink tree gawker traffic that irritated me yesterday.

They’re just pink trees, for pete’s sake. Not that I’m jaded again today.

Also I’m still at work because the stuff I’m doing now I can do either place: the blogification and the journalizing and the whatnot. That’s not entirely good. Being at the computer all day at work and then a few more hours at home has indeed helped both my work writing and my personal writing, but I haven’t yet developed a reliable system for not wasting so much time online. You know, something like reminding myself that I’m an adult by saying, “Hey, Dumbass–cut back on the looking up of random William Henry Harrison facts and finish that letter on the Assistance to Firefighters Grant Program.”

Eh. Maybe I’m grousing for nothing. I got the letter done and sent off to every fire chief in our congressional district. And I found out that, back in the day, only tall Ohioans like William Henry Harrison were called “Buckeyes.” Now the term refers to any ol’ clown from Ohio–including me.

I remind me of a guy who piled up a big stack o’ crapola on his desk on Friday, declaring that this week’s congressional recess would afford him time to clean it up. Hain’t happened yet. But I did get those fire chief letters out! I’ll hang my hat on that today and call ‘er a win.

I’m not blogificationizing like I should. I’m not blogificationizing like someone who has a lot of pent-up writingification to do. Which is what I say I have pent up. Inside.

2007 has seen the return of my Sequence-style LifePlanning™, which mostly means I create a list of things to do within a certain period of time and then neglect to do those things, pushing them off into the next sequence. We are now in Sequence VII. Not 7, but VII. Because not doing things is always more impressive when there’s a Roman numeral involved.

I signed up for a daily journal prompt via e-mail to encourage my blogging/journaling in general. Did that on Saturday or Sunday; haven’t seen a writing prompt since. So on April 1 I did the prompt for March 31, and yesterday I did the March 30 prompt whilst sitting in the courtyard of the Rayburn House Office Building during our fire drill. Thought about doing that again today; maybe tomorrow.

But for today, which is where we are right now, I still lack a today prompt. That means it’s time for March 29’s “Three months into 2007 and I have/haven’t.”

Have/haven’t? Is that like the “he/she” construction that respectable folk have stopped using? Have/haven’t?

I’m not as funny at 11:15 PM as I used to be. Lousy Daylight Saving Time.

The title part is supposed to say "Sucks to your asmar!" somewhere, but I don’t see it.  I’ll eventually figure out how to alter the template, but it’s late right now and I’m sleepy and need to be awake tomorrow for a job interview of sorts.

So sucks to your asmar!  That’s good enough for right now.

Wowee.  This might be a touch early to pass judgement on the Blogsome dealie, but I’m liking it a lot, even after typing just twenty-five words on it.  Into it.  Using it, maybe.

Of course, I’m a refugee from the land of Blogger Beta, so anything this side of scratching in the dirt with a twig is a step up.  I mean, God go with you Blogger Beta folks and all, but really.  I had just finished typing a very important post (!!!!!) making fun of Nancy Pelosi, and the whole thing just went poof.  Poof.  It even made that sound as it failed to post.  Ridiculous.

But this Blogsome dealie gives me a good vibe.  "Try me," it’s saying.  "I dislike Nancy Pelosi and her socialist nonsense as much as you do.  I’ll never make a post go poof that takes cheap shots at her."  And that’s exactly what I want to hear right now.  Exactly.