Stony Pastries and Their Military Uses

Ye cods. I just apologized for getting a post in late and then I forget again on Monday! What an irresponsible nincompoop I am!

...I like the word nincompoop. Sounds like the name of some sort of pie. Except, now that I think about it, it would probably be a horribly disgusting sort of pie.

It is a mildly intriguing concept, though. It would be far more devastating as a throwing weapon than any other kind of pie. Except, perhaps, a rock pie. That would be very deadly. And pretty easy to bake, as well.

Although, if one is going to throw rocks at somebody, why wrap them up in dough and stick them in the oven first? I mean, a pebble crumble I can understand, being a deceptively tasty-looking means of braking one's enemies' teeth, but you can't even slice into a rock pie. Of course, it is the same with a boulder torte. But that is a wholly different matter. One can drop a boulder torte on one of one's enemies' heads with devastating results.

Although I suppose a rock pie could be used as a shield or a bludgeon, if one was desperate. But if one cannot throw a rock pie at one's enemies when one's enemies are at sufficient distance (and not out of range of one's throwing arm) then, in my opinion, one is a nincompoop.

Apologies and Different Apologies

Ye cods! I haven't blogged in like...a whole week! This is awful. I'm so sorry! I've been drained of my creative juices lately. I got sick pretty bad last Friday, and I had more tests yesterday, and I've been very tired! And I don't even know why! And now I'm over-using exclamation marks!!!!!
So, with that in mind, I will see how many different ways I can apologize.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I deeply apologize! I humbly beg for your forgiveness! I must deeply express my utmost sorrow at my inexcusable actions!
That's seven, right there.
I will now beat myself over the head with a deviled egg. Or maybe I should use a Metsubushi Thank you. Good bye. Be back on Monday.

Madness and Similar Stuff and Different Stuff

YEarrrrgh! I forgot to blog on Monday! And then I forgot to do a blog on Tuesday to make up for it! So...I guess this is the first Wednesday post in a long time, mmm?
So sorry I forgot. I was working on a semi-big (for me, anyway) project on Sunday, which I planned to post on Monday. By the end of Monday, I had realized I couldn't get it ready in time. I planned on finishing it on Tuesday and apologizing for not getting it up on Monday. And at the end of Tuesday, I realized I had forgotten. So! No more forgetfulness or anything like that. The mysterious post is not ready yet. But! It will be up on Friday (hopefully).
Hmmmmmmmmm...so many ideas for blog posts...
...so few actually develop-able ideas...
...so little time to actually develop the develop-able ones...
...I think I'll blog about madness. That's always an easy topic for me.
Madness, you see, is an oddly strange, weirdly bizarre, uncannily peculiar, extraordinarily eccentric, abnormal anomaly that often results in many stupidly lame pleonasms like the ones I just used.
Madness is often confused with Insanity, but usually only by psychologists. Madness and Insanity should never be confused. They're two totally different people.
Insanity is insane, Madness is just mad. Insanity usually involves large leather lazy chairs and old, bald men and white, latex gloves and unfun stuff like that. Madness involves tea-drinking rabbits and decade-long rainstorms (just imagine how strong the petrichor would be after that) and people flying around via the seats of their pants. Madness is interesting. Insanity is a bland mental sickness. Vlad the Impaler was insane. Lewis Caroll was mad. King Théoden was insane (before Gandalf got to 'im hehe). The Mad Hatter was mad (sorry I'm using Lewis Caroll's characters so much--they're just so mad!).
And don't get me started about craziness.