I know! I know! I'm posting this late... AGAIN! What can I say? It was one of those weekends. But better late than never. Right? Actually, It was one of those weeks. There have been a lot of things going on over here on my end.
Due to out-of-control crimerate lately, a state of emergency was called the week before last. Now there's a curfew in a few areas of the country (including where I live). Everyone's trying to adjust to it and we just found out today that it's being extended to the end of the year but with the curfew slightly relaxed.
Good times...
Then, last week, there were two national holidays smack dab (I never got what that meant exactly) in the middle of the week. First, in Wednesday, was Independence Day, then Thursday was the Muslim celebrated/everybody's day off religious holiday, Eid-Ul-Fitr.
All of that had my week a bit disheveled. But enough with the excuses! It's time to wrap up last week:
Due to out-of-control crimerate lately, a state of emergency was called the week before last. Now there's a curfew in a few areas of the country (including where I live). Everyone's trying to adjust to it and we just found out today that it's being extended to the end of the year but with the curfew slightly relaxed.
Good times...
Then, last week, there were two national holidays smack dab (I never got what that meant exactly) in the middle of the week. First, in Wednesday, was Independence Day, then Thursday was the Muslim celebrated/everybody's day off religious holiday, Eid-Ul-Fitr.
All of that had my week a bit disheveled. But enough with the excuses! It's time to wrap up last week:
- Last week, my week started on Tuesday with a story on Sprocket Ink about bickering robots. Since machines were involved HAL 9000 decided to drop by here again. He's been more or less out of work since the 70's so I think he's gunning for a permanent job.
- On Wednesday I joined Ninja Mom's Character Assassination Carousel where I gave my take on a the Br'er Rabbit Stories. It involves a clandestine late-night meeting, a vengeful murder plot, and a traumatized cow. What more could you ask for?
- On Thursday I posted on Sprocket again. This time it involved a really crappy mom who was caught in action on video.
- Then I was back on Sprocket Again on Friday to give my perspective on the necessity on Domino's Japan's plan for a restaurant on the moon. In a nutshell: HELL YEAH!!!
So that was my week. All of the chaos means that I haven't been keeping up with what you guys have been up to. I guess I have to do some catching-up to do.
In other news: ib from Habitual Hobbit has graciously bestowed an award upon me:
AWESOME! Thanks again, ib. Of course, What's a blog award without some rules to it? The rules for this one are pretty simple:
The Liebster Blog Award is given to bloggers with less than 200 followers, all in the spirit of fostering new connections.
- j. littlejohn at An Open Letter To
- dbs at think.stew
- Pickleope at-well- Pickleope
- Yvonne at Attracted To Shiny Things
- IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAY at IWASNTBLOGGEDYESTERDAY
I'LL GET TO THE NOTIFICATION PART TOMORROW.
I'LL GET TO THE NOTIFICATION PART TOMORROW.
Okay. I'm done. Really Those of you celebrating Labor Day today, enjoy. I'll see you again tomorrow for my post on Sprocket.
I'm still geeked out for the restaurant on the moon. I want to know if lunar pizza franchises are going to be able to keep the "30 minutes or less" mantra alive.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vinny.
ReplyDeleteYay, an award!!!! Thanks Vinny, I can't wait to pass it on!
ReplyDelete@ Lost.in.Idaho: I propose that after 30 minutes you should be able to turn off the delivery guy's gravity & send him flying into space.
ReplyDelete@ dbs & Yvonne: You're welcome & quite deserving.
I can't believe I didn't notice it sooner. I'd blame it on something else, but it's really just a drunken stupor I've been in.
ReplyDeleteTruly an honor!
By the way, this is quite a coincidence since I've drawn and re-drawn your "Pickled" version and was going to roll it out this Friday.
And by-the-way, "smack dab" is derived from a the originator of "maps" whom, whenever he was asked where something was asked, would turn around, smack his wife, Dabbnie, and demand she figure out the best directions. So really the saying is "Smack Dab in the middle of ____" or "smack Dab, a mile outside of Glasgow".
@ Pickleope: That actually kinda makes sense.
ReplyDeleteWait! my "pickled" version?
nothing will get me back to blogging after a spell,than a come hither and an award...yay,thanks Vinny :)
ReplyDeletethanks for the shout out Vinny C.
ReplyDeleteI'm SO EXCITED (and drunk)! I'm passing it on RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!
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