1) I am still going to attempt to post here every day. That said, I no longer care if I don't, and I will not beat myself up if I don't have anything to say or I don't have time. It's just not worth it, you know?
2) Sound Tribe Sector 9 is doing a five-show run in Boulder this week. I am only going on Tuesday and Thursday because I have my class on Wed and I have to work on Fri and Sat, but there are late night shows as well, so it should be quite interesting. The coolest thing, I think, is that the shows will all be broadcasted live on the internet. It is probably no good if you use a modem but for people with fast internet it is worth the 10 bucks and you can watch it the next day if you live on the east coast.
3) Autoblog Latino is up and running. It's funny that at the moment, I am the top blogger with 14 posts or so. The #2 guy posted all of his in one day, like two weeks ago, so I don't expect to hold that title for very long.
As for today's writing, I guess I will come back to this crappy plan Bee I skipped: Write about the last piece of something - pie, real estate, posterity - and the two people who want it.
Stewart Davis cowered in the corner of the cafeteria, trying his best to eat his lunch before anyone discovered him there. As he shoveled the last piece of his sandwich into his mouth, he almost choked. "Gimme your last cookie, Stewart... or else," a voice said from behind him. Stewart knew the voice belonged to Chuck Shaw, and he also knew what "or else" meant when Chuck said it. With those thoughts in mind, he slowly picked up the cookie and began to turn around, only to find himself face to face to face with not only Chuck Shaw, but also Brad Marshall, who stood behind Chuck.
Brad held out his hand, expectantly. "I want that cookie, Stewart."
Brad held out his hand, expectantly. "I want that cookie, Stewart."
Stewart froze. "Uh, well Chuck just asked me for it.
"I don't care, I'm telling you to give it to me. If you don't do what I say, you know what will happen."
Stewart carefully considered his options and began to hand the cookie to Brad, but Chuck did not back down. "I told you to give me that cookie, Davis, and if you give it to him instead, it's gonna be your ass."
"Well, what do you want me to do, you guys? I only have one cookie left and you both want it! I can break it in half and you could each have half, how about that?" Both bullies crossed their arms and shook their heads, letting Stewart know that there was no way out of his predicament without one of them beating him mercilessly. With a sigh, Stewart resigned himself to his fate. He stood up to reveal his decision, but then thought better of it, shoved the cookie into his mouth, and ran like hell from the cafeteria.
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