I have sat here, typed a paragraph's worth of thoughts, deleted and retyped many times today. Many. I literally have nothing to say. Everything meaningless is rather easy to put into words. The superfluous flows without any resemblance of concern for the hearer or what the listener asked for. But the important vernacular is far from my lips right now. Very far. So much so, I have nothing to write.
There, I got a paragraph. I better quit while I'm ahead.
22 comments:
-"Drop the vernacular."
-"It's a Derby (pronounced 'Doiwby')."
Well, I know how you feel. Shouldn't it be that it's far from your fingertips and not lips, considering that you typed it? *wink*
I have nothing to say either. I just had to quote 3 Stooges because that's my favorite episode - "the courtroom" or whatever it was called.
Jeff, there are two possible responses I could give in this situation:
1. "Everybody talks about putting out quality posts. I think I'd rather have a random post of unrelated thoughts than a post where you tell us how little you have to say.
In other words, if ya don't have anything, don't post anything. But if you do, then don't post what I just read."
OR...
2. I'd reply to your last statement: "Too late."
I'll let you choose your own story.
Woops... I must have accidently posted on someone else's blog.
Oh, no I didn't. It was mine.
How fortunate for me then seeing as how I can write whatever I want!
You have your own blog, do with them as you will. Leave mine alone! If you don't like it, don't read it.
There there, children...play nicely or I'll take away your animal crackers at snack time.
I once wrote an entire screenplay about writer's block. It came out pretty darn good if I say so myself.
*GASP* Not my animal crackers.
Jeff and I talked about continuing this little spat as a WWE smackdown, but I'm sure he would have won. So we didn't. Also, he declined.
Don't mock, Joe. Animal crackers are gold where I work (aka the preschool dept. of the church).
And why interrupt this battle of vicious rhetoric with physical competition? That is unless there is balloon sword dueling involved. Are there balloon swords?
If you make the balloon swords, I will challenge Jeff to a duel. And I will emerge victorious.
You'd better believe I'm holding you to that...first night we're all back in New Orleans. There's no better intro to NOBTS for me than watching grown men duel with balloon swords. I'll bring snacks too. It'll be great.
In light of present circumstances, where battles, duels, and challenges are being issued without all parties being notified, I have come to a decision. I am now transfering to the Canada Baptist Theological Seminary. Thank you.
Oh I'm SO visiting you in Canada. It'll be the Chilla in Alberta.
Yeah, Canada's actually home to some famous duels...we can just move the competition up there. The winner gets a cookie. Chocolate chip. And a visor that says, "I won the World Champion Balloon Sword Duel and all I got was this stupid visor." Plus you'll earn my undying devotion...now that's worth it.
Another venture:
Brazil has a Baptist theological school.
The one I'm least likely to visit you in would be in Indonesia, Jeff.
That or Moscow. I hated Moscow.
Otherwise... it won't really matter.
Jeff, you don't speak Portuguese. Joe, where's your sense of adventure? And what's wrong with Moscow?
Sarah, Moscow was cold and the people were strange. And their national airport is better than their international airport. Moscow was not fun.
And I said "least likely," not "I won't go there." Gosh. I'll GO anywhere to beat Jeff in a balloon-sword fight. EVEN OHIO.
The Jeff says this, "You would never win in a balloon sword fight!"
I smell what the Jeff is cookin'
oddly enough...
the jeff would be the single weakest and simultaneously the most original wrestler name.
and...
i already wrote this post...verbatim...many times before.
sorry for busted bubbles
It definitely has a Chase feel.
nothing wrong with that.
Not at all...
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