It’s been nearly two weeks since the 2012 A-Z Challenge ended and I have yet to reflect on the experience. To be sure, I was pretty beat after 26 days of posting. I needed time to decompress, but honestly, that took only a couple days.
Instead, crippling laziness set in. So, instead of writing last weekend, I played ‘Words With Friends,’ surfed Grannies Gone Wild, read Faceb...oh, wait, crap. I already told you all this.
Did I mention chicken rub?
Anyway, I’m eager to jump back into the fray and regale (or bore) you with whatever pops into my brain. And, believe me, if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook (or both, you masochists), you know that quite a few things pop into my brain.
In order to do so, however, I first need to give you my observations on the challenge.
Sidebar, your honor? Can we be honest here? It’s not like the “Challenge Police” are going to break down my door and accuse me of a blogging crime if I eschew (NOTE: French term for “blow off.” Or something to do with eating) a reflections post.
|"Mirror, mirror in my hand. Who the frik is this old man?"|
|This was supposed to be used for my post for 'G.'|
As in 'Gandalf, the Grey Wizard.'
|Then, I thought I could use Mel Gibson for 'G.'|
|Instead, I went for The Grey. Starring Liam Neeson. |
Which doesn't start with 'G.'
|I just love looking at Greek beaches. |
If, for no other reason that they may be topless.
Like one of these may be. And I don't mean the dudes.
|Seriously, can you ever have |
too many pictures of Iranian soldiers?
Yeah, yeah, death to America. We get it.
|No, Kryptonite didn't kill Superman. |
The Quest for Peace did.
And you thought the one with Richard Pryor sucked.
|I think I was going to use this for Kryptonite. |
George Reeves, Christopher Reeve, Steve Reeves.
Seemed funny at the time.
At least Hercules didn't have to put up
with some lame Nuclear Man character, though.
8. I’d love to do the challenge next year. That is, if those know-it-all Mayans (who, might I add, didn’t even see the Spanish coming) were all full of crap about that end of the world thing.
Now don't you feel guilty for laughing?
10. I think I needed to write a tenth observation. But, I really got nothing.
The upcoming year promises to be fun. I have ideas about our fingers, dollar coins, the Food Network, my trip to Virginia, and I may start a series on the history of the world.
|Hey, it was either this or the |
picture of synchronized swimming
Sadly, I’m going to cut down on the frequency of my posts. I really need to get back to working on my WIP (NOTE: Fancy writer acronym for “Work In Progress.” Or “Women In Plaid.”), It’s Not Just a Job.
|Originally meant for my Yoga post. |
Seriously, if this chick farts, she'll snap her neck.
But, I will still read your blogs. What’s more, I’ll give you my unsolicited opinion on what will probably be carefully thought-out, beautiful essays.
Call it a heartfelt, literary “pull-my-finger” from me to you.
I’m sentimental that way.