I've been trying hard to keep up with the whole NABLOPOMO
spirit, but tonight? I got nothing. Too tired, too worn out from a week down with Stupid Mystery Fever (hey, if the doctors can't identify it, I get to name it whatever I want, right?). So, I tell you what: You can either head over to my house
, where I'm complaining about the obviously tampered-with results of the SpongeBob SquarePants Top 100 Episodes countdown (YES, my life has come to this), OR, you can do yourself a favor and go make the acquaintence of Matthew Baldwin at Defective Yeti
, instead. Laugh and learn along with him as he reads and reports his way through an adventure with the great American novel, Moby Dick, during the month of November, and treat yourself to some gut-busting moments as you eavesdrop on him in various social situations via his "Conversations"
archive. It's priceless stuff, I'm telling you.
So there, even though I had nothing of my own to give, I still gave. That's just how I roll.