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8 out of 10 Pompts Said WordPress Preferred It

6 Dec

If you needed more time, where would you take from?

I would say ‘housework’, but that would only give me an extra ten minutes a day.  I can’t say ‘blogging’ because I need my minimum four hours at the computer or my head will explode but, much worse – people might stop reading me.  Eating takes up another four hours.  Cooking, twenty minutes.

There is no time.  What will I do in an emergency?  Like I do in a financial emergency, I’ll have to put it on my credit card, or panic. 

Now, back to blogging; I’ve been away long enough.  

Do you work too much or too little?

At what?

  • A job. I wish.
  • Housework. The dust bunnies are out to get me.
  • Blogging. Need…more…hours…
  • Marriage. That’s his job.


Explain your strategy for life.  Why are you here?

It was the Sixties and my parents were in love…

What do you hope to achieve?

The first case of a slim body with a fat appetite, without the benefit of intestinal worms.

What matters most to you, at work, at play, or at home?

That I get food when I need it.

How did you come to develop your approach to living?

I was born.  I started breathing and liked it.

Which parents, friends, aliens or spirits influenced your choices about how to live?

Both, all, ET, rum.

Write a review of a movie you recently saw or a product you recently used.

The Product: WordPress Prompts

The Review: Do you really want me to go there?

Send A Christmas Card Into Space

6 Dec

I did something fun the other day: I sent the people on the International Space Station a cyberpostcard for Christmas.

It’s free, it’s easy, it’s a nice thing to do, so why don’t you have a go?

Click on the link:

One thing puzzles me – I’m sending it through cyberspace, which, technically, doesn’t exist; into outer space, which is, I suppose, nothing.  Does that mean it will end up in the same place as the post that comes through my local sorting office i.e. nowhere?

Joke 257

6 Dec

Your once-in-a-lifetime chance to win a box of Maltesers from the meanest Malteser eater in the land is running out – send me a Christmas joke or cartoon and I’ll seal the envelope with my tears if you win.


What do you call a group of chess players bragging about their games in a hotel lobby at Christmas?

Chess nuts boasting in an open foyer.


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