Today is January 19th, 2012.

January 19th, 2012 is today.

The 19th of January 2012 is today.

Today is the 19th of January 2012.

Today is the twelfth year of the twenty-first century on the nineteenth day of January.

The nineteenth day of first month of the twelfth year of the twenty-first century is today.

Today beith the nineteenthith dayeth of the firsteth monthith of the twelfthith yeareth of the twenty-firstith centuryth.

Today’s date is January 19th, 2012.

Someone will get that.

The beta reader for my novel, which I last mentioned here, finished reading it a couple weeks ago. Liked it, which is good.

Also, my editor (who some of you may know but who shall remain nameless until I find out if said editor can be publicly acknowledged) has gone through the novel, liked it, and given me copious amounts of things to change.

Well, maybe not copious, but enough to keep me busy.

And not so much things to change per se, but rather things to clarify and add and stuff.

So, working on that. Maybe I’ll be finished by the weekend, or over the weekend.

Also, simultaneously working on novel #2. No chance of finishing that by the weekend.

Blah.

Blah blah blah.

Oh, I think I’ve done this one before.

Let me check…

Yes, I have: Friday Blahness.

Blah.

Bah.

Dang.

Humbug.

Bye.

Very selective.

I warned you it probably wasn’t worth the read.

Click to see full size image.

Could a reactive oxygen species every be accused of bigotry whilst bathing the the volcanic ash from a volcano? How would it reach the volcano? On a Boeing X-37? A push from Jack Kevorkian?

Would that reactive oxygen species need an avatar to alongside the deepwater horizon? Or would it be caught by a box jellyfish?

Would hemlock be poisonous to it, or would it be a special treat each Cinco de Mayo?

Would this reactive oxygen species be super best friends with Iron Man or would it prefer the likes of Freddy Krueger from “A Nightmare on Elm Street”? Or, would it prefer no friends at all and head for the hills when its team lost the FIFA World Cup?

Would the loneliness cause it to experience a subarachnoid hemorrhage or would that only be a result of whiplash?

Would it be hailed as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or fall victim to a war machine?

We may never know, especially if we do nothing about our collateralized debt obligation.

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So, I picked a random page of images (page 50) and picked an image.

And this is what I came up with.

It’s from October 15, 2008, when some fellow bloggers did mean things to my avatar.

My enemies should take note that many of these bloggers have not blogged in a long time.

Let that be a lesson to you.

Probably.

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Why?

Because we can.