Okay, so starting a word of the (week)day and pretty much solely relying on that for content is pretty lame-o. No doubt about it. I don’t have a very good excuse really, and I don’t much feel like makin’ one up.
I do have this little bit of filler to offer as an olive branch.
I wonder, though, how qualified this particular Quizilla inventory designer is to assess my aura, given his/her difficulty with spelling ’n’ stuff. Ah, well, whatever. I will put my editor cap away for the evening. (Jeesh, I hate that “blankity cap†phrase a whole lot.)
In other news, Charmed ended its eight-year run last night in a finale that *gasp* didn’t suck. I’ll overlook the brief sappiness at the end … after all, when will I get another chance to utter the phrase “It’s gonna be the Power of Six plus Billie versus the Triad plus Christie!” with a straight(ish) face? The malaise that’s sure to ensue may be slightly offset by Hex, cleverly advertised during the last minutes of the finale. It could just be Charmed meets Buffy meets The Little Vampire. Oh, no … here come the tingles.
Lastly, this week (or sometime very soon) marks the launch of my new bloglumn, entitled 63 Things I’ve Learned Since My Husband Fucked My Girlfriend, Blamed It on Me, Convinced Me to Take Him Back, Then Dumped Me (In No Particular Order). Awwwbviously, the bloglumn is not based on any person or persons, living or dead … no, seriously. It does, however, promise to be riveting and enlightening. Naturally.
