Themeless in Theattle
Today I rose from my bed and dashed down the hall (with yowling cat underfoot) to look at this week’s Theme Thursday webpage.
I was excited to get started on my blog post for the day. But as the page loaded, alas, no updates.
I fretted, I hit refresh, I worried. What will become of me if I don’t have a Theme Thursday prompt!
About an hour later, I decided “screw it, I’ll make my own theme.”
So I hit my favorite random word website.
The first word offered up was: reactionary
This made me think of chemical reactions things that go *BOOM*
But then I actually Googled the word and it was a lot of blah-blah-blah political stuff and people being mad.
Well that’s no fun.
So after checking the Theme Thursday site again, I went back to the random word site.
This time I got: wipe
Which made me go “ewwwwwww.” Yeah, I know, wipe can be used in non-ew ways. So I considered it. 600 words about wipe? Yeah, no.
Back to the word well.
Third try: Zoom
Ok, that’s a spicier word, and a blog post would allow me to drop the word onomatopoeia in conversation. That part rocks.
But for some reason, onomatopoeia or not, the word zoom wasn’t really inspiring me.
So I checked the Theme Thursday site again, cursed, and went back to the random word site.
Fourth time’s a charm? No, not really. I got: row
As in, the boat? Or have a? (in the British use) Or sit in the?
Pull the magic lever again!
This time I got: advertising
What? No. I got nothing for that….
Feeling a bit frustrated and unable to find a suitable theme for today, this sunny Thursday, I sighed.
Then my brain went screeeeeeetch as though someone had applied non-ABS brakes too firmly. My mind skidded out to the side and off into a bar ditch**.
And that little voice inside my head said, “Hey, ding-a-ling, it’s Wednesday.”
So we’ll see you again tomorrow with the officially sanctioned Theme Thursday post.
Until then, forty lashes with a page a day calendar!
This awesome Fail Whale rendition is by Ed Wheeler and found on deviantart.com. Follow him on Twitter @EduardoWheeler
**I dropped the phrase “bar ditch” on The Good Man yesterday when he called to report he’d experienced a flat tire while in the heart of San Francisco. I said “are you ok?” he said “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I replied, “well, you’re not off in a bar ditch somewhere, right?”
And then my dearest paused. This is one of those times where a Brooklyn boy and a New Mexico girl are not linguistically on the same page.
I filled the awkward space by saying, “Yeah, not that San Francisco has bar ditches.”
He replied, “Uh, yeah….so anyhow…I called AAA and they should be here in about ten minutes.”