New Year's Irresolutions

It would have been twee to ask you a week ago what your writing-related New Year's resolutions were - too cheerful by half, and 90% bullshit. Much more fun to wait for the tomato juice to overcome the hangovers, and see what resolutions you've already broken, or are likely to break.

So, let me know: did you make any NYRs about writing, and have you blown them already?

• Did you resolve to stop writing? (I wish.)
• Did you resolve to hit some arbitrary daily wordcount, and are you already behind?
• Did you decide to give up blogging about your addiction to YouTube videos?
• Did you determine to redraft that unreadable concordance of cliches you call a novel?
• Did you promise to learn the basics of grammar and punctuation?

I'll go first. I resolved not to waste time arguing about writing with flaming eejits. I've already succumbed.

(Note to Self: If you argue with monkeys, they will eventually fling poo. He's probably chuckling now - "Heh heh, he said 'suc cum', heh heh".)

At the Risk of Crossing the Line ...

(I've so far resisted the rare temptation to post anything irrelevant to 101 Reasons' mission, not wanting this to devolve into a "my cat did something funny today" kind of blog. But this is sort of on topic.)

Seen five minutes ago on Fox News, during coverage of the alleged serial murder of three prostitutes in Ipswich, England:

Is the ghost of Jack the Ripper alive?

It's not just moronic, it's oxymoronic. Somehow stop writing just doesn't seem enough.

What the hell is a LiveJournal, and how do you feed it?

Some enterprising stalker has made a LiveJournal feed for 101 Reasons, which apparently allows LiveJournal users to be even lazier. Now you don't even have to, you know, click.

Hypocrisy of the Highest Order

Using a computer-generated image, designed to look like a book cover, to promote a blog dedicated to the gradual elimination of the written word as a vehicle for the expression of bad ideas.

It's cutesy, gaudy, and devoid of any real meaning. I offend myself.

Thanks to TypoGenerator, whose very name compounds the irony.