31 Posts in 31 Days: #26
So I was blocked tonight. I had nothing. I sent out a plea on Facebook for blogging ideas, and got back some whoppers.
Andrew suggested Chippendales vs The Thunder from Down Under. I was thinking cute, animated, vaguely asexual cartoon characters versus some sort of American Gladiator. So I looked it up. Turns out I wasn't even close.
Sorry ladies, this is a family blog.
Dave suggested mayonnaise. That subject is far too voluminous to be covered by just one blog. If I start writing about mayonnaise you'll never shut me up. Mayonnaise to me, is like political corruption is to Grisham, or wacky conspiracies are to Dan Brown.
If there's one thing I know, it's mayonnaise. The world's most complex and revolutionary condiment deserves more attention than I can shower on it at this time.
My friend Shawna mentioned the 80's. A real possibility. I have a love/hate relationship with the 80's. There are movies and music from the 80's that I love. But I hate 80's music and movies. Do you know the difference?
And Molly Ringwald, I hate Molly Ringwald.
Elizabeth, my fellow Old Time Radio junkie, had nothing, but was looking for suggestions as well. Elizabeth you see you've come to the wrong place for inspiration -- just look at what I'm doing here!
My brother-in-law Pete suggested writing about my favorite book (well, actually he said FAVOITE book, but I'm not splitting hairs tonight). I have two favorite books: A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens, and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, by Mark Twain.
I know these books inside and out. Someday I will write about them, I'll tell you why everything you ever needed to know is in these two books. But it's late, and I need to post.
My son, whose ears needed to be cleaned out, didn't hear me correctly when I read these suggestions out loud, and suggested I write about Alvin and the Chipmunks versus Mayonnaise.
That's just stupid.
Susan reminds me that tomorrow is the anniversary of the first Bugs Bunny cartoon, "The Wild Hare," in 1940. See, Susan is telling me this because she assumes that I'm preparing a post for tomorrow, rather than being EXTREMELY late for today's post.
(Actually Susan, if you carry around information like this in your brain, you and I would get along famously!)
Pete chimes in once more to remind me that tomorrow is Monday, and that Garfield hates mondays. He also loves lasagna. Garfield and I have far more in common than I realized.
These were all terrific suggestions, but I think I'm going to write about....
...Wait for it...
Unfortunately, it looks as though I've run out of time. So the highly volatile and subjective debate as to who has the best fry sauce is just going to have to wait...
(Right about now, those of you reading from outside the State of Utah are wondering what fry sauce is, aren't you?)