these go to 11…meme
January 13, 2008

Require surgery to remove foot from mouth.
I regret not having done many things I was afraid I’d regret doing.
Contemplate calling in sick. Go to work. Promise myself a treat if I make it through the day. Go to sleep. Wake up. Start process over again on Tuesday morning.
My husband Tom, standing in the kitchen, eating cereal over the sink, with a shot of Jameson, yammering about politics.
Use spray-on hair for the first month. Eventually opting to shave my head. I’d probably then get a few piercings and some ink in an effort to make shaved head look like a statement and not the clever rouse it really is.
What my strategy would be if I went bald.
Someone who doesn’t chew gum with their mouth open.
Or earphones.
The laser ink cartridge I’ve been meaning to recycle for 8 years.
It’s hard to pick a favorite moment, there were so many, but this one is definitely up there. Hee heeeee!
Asked by a reporter if this is the end of Spinal Tap
David St. Hubbins: Well, I don’t really think that the end can be assessed as of itself as being the end because what does the end feel like? It’s like saying when you try to extrapolate the end of the universe, you say, if the universe is indeed infinite, then how – what does that mean? How far is all the way, and then if it stops, what’s stopping it, and what’s behind what’s stopping it? So, what’s the end, you know, is my question to you.
Doodler
The Miscreants
So now is the time to tag three other unsuspecting bloggers.
Tom Gapen at Visual Kaos
Helena C. Rådström at The Empress’ New Clothes
Froggy at Oh Thank Goodness it’s Friday
No pressure guys. Just thought it would be fun to hear your answers.
Thanks for indulging me. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go figure out whether or not to call in sick tomorrow.