The "McJinx"

Right before the end of the day, McKinley mentioned how much I've been blogging. Though I was nothing but pleased by the comment at the time, I'm convinced that she put a hex on me, which I have named the McJinx. The McJinx has devestating effects, such as:

I have nothing to write.

I'm at a loss for words.

I'm blank.

This is a testament to how powerful the McJinx is. I always have something to say. Seriously, try getting a word in edgewise -- it's not easy. Ask everyone I know.

But I refuse to break my streak, so I will soldier on. I warn you, it won't be my best work so feel free to stop reading now. Speaking of streaks, S had a streak of playing Xbox every day for over 400 days. While all the sane, non-hermit people in the world realize that being home every day to play Xbox for over a year is not so much an accomplishment as it is really, really sad, S had a hard time accepting it (he comforted himself by blaming me - see "The Streak is Over" on his blog, www.achievementpopped.blogspot.com). The good news is that later he said he felt like breaking the streak set him free. The bad news is sometime after that he mentioned we should go camping. Apparently he wants to be free in the woods. I prefer the hermit version of him now.

This is just one of the many, many things S and I do not have in common, all of which have become increasingly clear since we moved here. Rather than list everything we don't share, I'll list what we do:

1. Rock Band
2. Granny Smith apples
3. Gordon Ramsey

That's enough, right?


Keep hope alive,
sbg