At the time of the sweat droplet hitting the keyboard and shorting out the laptop, it will be ]sd*fav%c#xg3df’.f&)as#dh”agn5@4o
Ahem. Sorry about that.
Ahhh, Oklahoma, the land where the grass dies twice.
Welcome to August, or as it is more commonly referred to in Oklahoma, “Whew!”. In a span of 31 days, the high temperature won’t fall below 100, twenty thousand students will again infiltrate my once quiet domicile, my own classes will start up and I will again begin my intellectual indentured servitude, and my blood pressure will go from Zen Master to something akin to nerdy virginal high-school kid accidentally locked in the girls locker room during shower time.
First, a little housekeeping and chores.
Thanks to Isa, of “She’s a Flight Risk” fame for giving me a shout-out as an honorable mention in the Best of Me Symphony. Incidentally, I’ll be hosting the Best of Me Symphony next week. Entry information, rules, and the P.O. Box for bribes thank-you notes will be forthcoming as the date approaches.
Second, I’m not sure how much you can expect me to be blogging over the next month or so. I forsee three possibilities:
1. I’m too stressed and creatively drained to write anything more than “AGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” followed naturally by a low, throaty gurgling noise as my brain throttles itself, which is slightly less creatively fulfilling than my usual tripe.
2. I’m so angsty and overworked that the creative juices flow like Niagra, overflowing onto the keyboard and shorting out yet another expensive piece of geek attribution. Oh wait, that’s sweat from the annual solar flare slamming into the state of Oklahoma that we have come to call, for lack of a better term, August.
3. I snap, lose it, and dance blissfully naked on the top of the clock tower in some irrational revolt against the saner things in life, until the National Guard is forced to appear and gun me down in a fiery defense of sweet, sweet humanity and what little goodness in the world that isn’t destroyed by me appearing nude before anyone other than myself.
Meanwhile, I’m working on a few things to tide you, my humble, coveted, and most-likely nonexistent reader, over.
Until next time.
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