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Daily Post attempt: Ten Minute post

5:40 p.m.  Watch how raw this gets.
Never any ideas; I’ll use Matt from WordPress to start this off.

Copyright Matt from WordPress

On 28, going on 29.  Floors, that is.
And I’m 28, going on 29.  Years of age, that is.

Funny thing about age: you can never turn back the clock.
Okay, that isn’t funny.  Like 25toFly, or 28toDie.
Okay, that isn’t funny either.
That’s not funny.  Not funny.  And neither is “Many Floors”— I mean, an image of an elevator panel?  Really?

Okay, running out of time.  There’s got to be more than manually adding the img tag and style to center the image because the “media” feature didn’t work, and
[cut off]

The end.
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[This shows you how much of a slow writer I am.  I was gonna fix stuff, but now I inadvertently called B. unfunny.  And it turns out the Media feature did work; I put in the link URL.  And a stale writer.  Twenty-eight @$%!ing minutes actually spent on this post if you count the giant correctional comment.  It’s also too @$%!ing cold to type at home.  I can withstand the cold but the LCD monitor can’t.]

Tardy: Shutting Up

(Or ‘retardy,’ since it’s me writing this.  Things are slower when I turn my obsessiveness off.
(Yes, I can turn it off.  (Deep.)))

Movember raised over $3,650.  That’s something.  One month, one area of the blogosphere, and health areas of intent for the Becca movement, nagging men to get checked out, so they don’t die of a common cancer.  Imagine that.  And that was reported on the 2nd, and this is the 8th.  Late, self, late.

The error of my ways…  Another day, read awesome posts, click Like and forget…
The passive-aggressiveness…  No responses, good or bad?  “Whatever.… @#$% you.
Finally getting that the participant is supposed to shave his ’stache…  (I could’ve.)
Seeking a Friend For the End of the World.  Make friends or die trying…  I’m dead.

That’s it.  I’m holding off talking about myself after this.  As long as frickin’ possible.  But I can’t help talking about someone’s ego… might as well be… Guy Fawkes w. Red Nose on the Clownada flag.

The light dawns, as manually, I’ve manually viewed ClownOnFire… manually— and I see that missing transition from November to December.  Curse there not being an 11.31!  I’ve forgotten to check on those other blogs I’m not following.  Sigh.

What bastard, the contents of this being, all ‘type’ and no ‘read’?

Anyway, L’Éric also followed through on mailing his shavings because $1,000 was made for Movember in a single 24-hour period.  And 136+ comments were made on another Tardiness post thing: for El Guapo’s birthday, as Le Clown wanted to see at least 111 birthday wishes, 111 Likes on the guy’s part, 111 mentions of the word fuck.  … yesterday.  Damnit.

After reading several posts, I got tired of hearing the same jokes made at Canadiens.
First snow, outside of our igloo, before I got naked to go hunt polar bears.
It’s raining here.  Maybe that’s due to the end of Haiku Sundays.

Some last words before I shut up about myself: I’m not afraid of the finger.  In fact, I’ve had two (exams) already.  And Seeking a Friend For the End of the World isn’t bad.  And “that girl” in the prev. post is probably older than me.

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yur so like refreshing lol omg wtf idk ggp!”  Okay, now I want you to shut up.