I've been threatened...

And it worked. Tom said he would post about an embarrassing childhood story if I didn't blog today by 10PM. I don't think it's embarrassing---it's actually ingenious, except that I probably killed the grass in my backyard. But I'm posting now, so he can't write about it anymore. +2 writer points for me!

I have a hunch he'll still write about it anyway if I don't write something better than that. Hmm. I've spent a lot of my day stalking people. I also accidentally emailed faithgod@gmail.com and it did not bounce back to me. So God may have gotten a request from International Security today to review an article about the spread of military power. Yeah, I italicized the journal. +half-a-writer-point.

The pilot wings on my keyboard are making me want to climb a waterfall in Yosemite. In the meantime, I'll write about a poem that Tom showed me last night in an issue of Boston College Magazine. It was about mannequins. Turns out that's almost as versatile to use in poetry as mayonnaise.