It’s been a busy couple o’ months ladies and gentlemen.
Um. Ok, 4 o’ months. Sheesh.
The long story short version:
I was *this close* to being a contestant on the pop culture edition of Who Wants to be a Millionaire. Passed the written test, aced the little one-on-one interview with a production assistant, and got a postcard in the mail that said I was in the pool. (From what I understand this is a lot further than most people who try out get.) I started cramming for the potential. I had everyone I know quiz me at every given opportunity (which I’m sure was getting on my friends’ nerves, but bless ‘em, they just played right along) and I spent hours reading Wikipedia entries and random lists of pop culture minutiae. After more than a month of this insanity, I saw a listing for the show that said the pop culture edition was airing the next week. Uh, how could they be airing it if they hadn’t even called me yet?
I was crushed.
Watching the actual airing was even more painful. (For the record - I’d have solved every financial issue I’ve got - and a few future ones - with what I’d have won.)
Here’s what I do have to show for it:
Maybe I’ll see if I can pay a bill or two with one of those pencils. Though, honestly, I’m not even sure where those pencils are right now.
Then the holidays snuck up and slapped me around a bit. And then just work.
When I overextend myself - which I tend to do often becuase I’m a people pleaser - sometimes I just get so overwhelmed that I kind of shut down and then I get behind, because I slack. Which just causes more work to pile up. Which starts to turn into the proverbial vicious circle.
And I know you simply don’t care.
Get back to the stories! The controversy! The fun!
Yeah. That’s just what I aim to do, if anyone’s still out there. (Plus, I finally upgraded my WordPress installation tonight… and it makes me happy to have new toys to play with.)
Just for fun, if you haven’t (and I know you haven’t) you should revisit the fag hag vs. fruit fly (or Amy, poor Amy) discussion for the random comments that have floated in over time. I especially love that someone who came upon the entry a full four months after Amy crawled back into whatever troll dwelling she came from felt the need to admonish us with “Both of you GET A LIFE.”
Thank you Hannah for such amazingly profound advice, but I need to ditch a bit of my life actually. I’ve got too much. I notice you seem to be lacking some of your own… want a bit of mine?