Half-Posts

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Do you ever get a bunch of half-posts going through your head? You know, you've bookmarked this website, saved this article, for when you are inspired to write about them? I've got so many of those cluttering my brain they are taking up all of my thinking space. It's times like these when bullets are for more than killing Somali Pirates ...

• Should I care what kind of dog the Obama's are getting? That they said they'd get one from a shelter but instead took the pure bread the Kennedey's were offering? Apparently I should because people are up in arms about the first family acquisition of Bo. Seems this was the promise they are going to hold the President accountable for. Glad someone is looking out for the best interests of the country!
  
• Since we are on the subject of animals, should I be outraged that someone hung a goat head from a rope on the statue of Harry Caray outside Wrigley Field? Cubs fans are a superstitious bunch - there is this legend of the Billy Goat Curse - cast upon the Cubs by a tavern owner who bought a box seat for his goat as a promotional gimmick and was ordered to remove the goat from the stadium. Seems Cubs fans want to do everything they can to end the curse - good thing we have butchers who use the rest of the meat!
  
• If you are more interested in the economy than you are about baseball, what is wrong with you?? Wait ... that wasn't my point ... my point is that I found this handy-dandy guide to the bailout acronym soup. Have you been wondering what TARP, PPIP and MMIFF are? Well, I had and considered writing a post on those. Yes, I am weird intellectual like that.
• I considered a blog post about blog posts. MSNBC recently did an article titled, Dear Bloggy: Digital diaries tell all. Sure, it was an interesting article, but it wasn't anything to (digitally) write home about. Ho-hummmm ....
• I even had a moment of insanity where I considered vlogging the TMI Tuesday questions. They were all about dance. Fortunately, I had a flashback to the interpretive dance portion of my 8th grade PE class (anyone remember Come Sail Away by Styx?) and realized I'd be the laughing stock of the blogsphere ... again!

See? Those are the things that keep me awake at night. Sure, I could be using my time more effectively, but what fun would that be?

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