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The Treachery of Content, or, Ceci N'est Pas Une Blog
There are lots of things I should post about, but I am at that BLISSFUL stage of revisions where most of my thoughts are occupied with stories I do not have time to write at the moment. It's kind of a sad comment on how apt I am to use my imagination as an avoidance strategy when it becomes a strategy for avoiding using my imagination.
In the spirit of feeling scattered and insane, I give you this poll:
[Poll #1211564]
In the spirit of feeling scattered and insane, I give you this poll:
[Poll #1211564]
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I'm just going to pretend I grew up in the 50s.
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I may be particularly dense right now.
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I'm going to go ahead and blame the 80s, and then neither of us has to get the blame. Good plan?
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I blame all of my personality flaws on the '80s (and Catholicism), so that works.