Much as I hate those self-indulgent notes some bloggers post about how their lives are far too harried to allow them to post regularly on their blogs, as if they owe their readers some sort of a detailed, my-life-is-sooo-hectic explanation, when it’s really just a way to cover for the fact that they don’t have anything really interesting or pertinent to post about — much as I hate those notes, I feel compelled to post just such a note right now. Which is why I’m writing.
The fact is, my life is soooo hectic right now. I’m too busy to blog. I shouldn’t even be posting this note right now, but I feel I owe you some sort of explanation. I mean, I’ve got a zillion brilliant blog ideas but just no time, know what I mean? Work has been a killer, I’ve got an out-of-town meeting tomorrow, our women’s basketball team is playing lights out and will probably be selected to the Division II NCAA Tournament this Sunday, next week marks the 100th anniversary of our campus’s St. Pat’s Celebration and it’s going to be a crazy busy time, students on campus are biting the heads off of snakes to prepare for St. Patrick’s arrival. It’s just crazy busy, man.
I’m not blogslacking. I promise. I’ll be back with some real blog posts soon. Someday. When I get the time. Because I’ve got plenty of ideas, see.
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Not even a Friday Five tomorrow? It’s all good. Looking forward to hearing what’s on your mind next week.
A Friday Five is a possibility. I’ve got to hit the road early in the a.m. but I just might pull myself out of slackville long enough to post.
Better to make excuses for blogslackery than for the reality to be that you are gobsmacked:
http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=gobsmacked
So good luck getting through all of those work and extra-curricular commitments, Andrew. Because once they are done, regular programing simply must resume.
(Interesting St. Patrick’s Day celebrations at your university. I was in Ireland one St. Patrick’s Day…didn’t see a single snake’s head bit off!)
“Gobsmacked” — what a great word! Reminds me of my punk days, when it had a slightly different meaning. Thanks for the good wishes, Judy. (And by the way, the snakes aren’t real.)