Ya know, I have a lotta friends.  If we’re gonna co-ordinate a ride-a-long, I expect a lotta things.  Some people are gonna be there.  Last night, I co-ordinated a ride home, which, of course, didn’t happen.

     Can you say “FLAKES,” boys and girls?  (Yes, MULTIPLE.)

     I knew you could.

     Most of my friends are pretty responsible.  But I have others who are, for lack of a better word, flakes.  Sure, they can write a blog about how apologetic they are about whatever they’ve done most recently, but damned if they’ll ever just come out and tell me…. It counts just a little more.
     I hate it, when I’m out with friends, and I have to put up with the constantly vibrating text alerts asking for advice about ridiculous things.  “What should I do?  What should I say?  Where should I go?”

     Now, notice it’s only 11PM.

     *shrug*

     I would so love to be an irresponsible prick now and again, and not have to take any responsibility for my own actions.  Instead, I usually end up doing all the hand-holding.
     Now, the addendum to that is … I made the decision to trust the flakes,  anyway.  And, I sincerely hope the idiots got home okay.  *shakes head*

     Me, I made sure I did and got another ride.

Drama, drama, drama. Some of us tire of hearing it over and over. However, there are many, many folks out there who do nothing but sit and wait for drama, any drama, to happen.

They feed on what they are fed until a new feeding frenzy starts up.
Honestly, since Monday, how much have you heard about Anna Nicole and her circus of drama?

Not much, huh? Because the new frenzy has started. They’ll run the Virginia Tech angle into the ground until the next huge blog of drama drops into the laps of the media.

It’s not a new deal… to exploit the sorrow, sadness, tragedy of others.

• Diana & Dodi
• JFK Jr. & party
• The D. C. Sniper
• Jennifer “Runaway Bride” Wilbanks

Who cares?? Not me, but apparently lot of folks get sucked into huge drama to escape from their own.

     Blogitude.com would like to give a warm welcome to Diva Howe!

     There will be Seven writers.  Seven will be the number of the Writers, and the number of the writers shall be Seven.  Eight there will not be, and neither shall there be Six, excepting that we proceed to count to Seven.  Nine is right out!
     Unless, of course, I change my mind.  😉

     I was inspired a bit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail:

A Reading from the Book of Armaments, Chapter 4, Verses 16 to 20:

16. Then did he raise on high the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch, saying, “Bless this, O Lord, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.”

17. And the people did rejoice and did feast upon the lambs, and toads and tree-sloths, and fruit-bats and orangutans, and breakfast cereals …

18. Now did the Lord say, “First thou pullest the Holy Pin. Then thou must count to three. Three shall be the number of the counting and the number of the counting shall be three.

19. Four shalt thou not count, neither shalt thou count two, excepting that thou then proceedeth to three. Five is right out.

20. Once the number three, being the number of the counting, be reached, then lobbest thou the Holy Hand Grenade in the direction of thine foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.”

     So, uh … Seven.  Not Eight.  Nor Six.  But Seven.

     In case anyone was paying attention, we got a new writer here at Blogitude.com, Zacque Hitchcock.  Zacque hails from Murr-a-vul, errr, Maryville, Tennessee.  I initially posted the “Spiders” video thanks to Zacque’s extremely warped sense of humor.
     He’s already building quite a repertoire of posts, some of which have already made it on the “Most Popular” list on the right.  That’s a good thing.

     So, thanks, Zacque, and welcome aboard!

     Also, be sure to check out photos and bios for all of our writers.  You can even contact them directly or send general “Hey, blog about this!” sorts of feedback on our Contact page.

We get these surveys and we all put in canned one liner answers. And honestly, how many times do you have to answer the same question about what color your underwear are or how many times in the last 3 weeks someone else has slept in your bed?

No, I’m not on a high horse. I am one of the most guilty individuals that I know. If I am bored at work or have nothing to do and there is a survey sitting there in the bulletins, it’s like a train wreck. I have to look. And then, before I know it, I am committing a crime against all that is right in the world and tap, tap, tapping my keyboard, filling in the answers.