Where Blogs Go When They Die

I haven't had much time for superfluous writing as of late, but I didn't want you to think I've been slacking. Heavens, no. But the truth of the matter is that not every blog entry makes the cut, and when I don't have the time or self-esteem for cleanup most of them are left to wither and die like forgotten... things... that wither and die. Like plants! Right.

So anyway, I thought it'd be fun to give you a rundown of all the posts that didn't make it in the last few days... time for the List O' Week!

1) State of Nature - Hobbes meets reality television: think Lord of the Flies, but better. Take your all-rights-waived contestants and throw them on an island with some berries and wild pigs. None of these silly obstacle courses, but then again, no one's going to save you! Make a social contract or die.

2) Nasty, Brutish, and Short - Our existence, that is. Why my inner theologian is very happy.

3) Why Having a Hippopotamus for a Friend is Inconvenient - Alternately titled "Sorry, I don't Speak Duck," or "What is this Booh-Bah You Speak Of?" More commentary on children's television.

4) I Know I Already Said This? But the Food? IT'S SO GOOD. - Why buying a car must take so, so long, and the embarrassing programs one may watch to pass the time.

5) Top Ten Reasons Not to Sleep with Him - Why sex with your boyfriend is a major no-no, including but not limited to "He'll want to have sex with you again" and "He might be married... to someone else." Does not include worthwhile reasons such as "I find him annoying" and "I would, but I already slept with his father."

6) Four Horsemen of the Divorce Apocalypse - No one could have convinced me that anything about divorce is funny until I read this line. (Stolen from forgotten source.)

7) Playdoh's the Gorgeous - How much I adore my professor's accent.

8) I Was Flirting with Your Pizza, Not with You - When stomach rumblings and a longing glance conspire, and the awkwardness that ensues.

9) "In god shape. Does run." - Wherein I discuss why, exactly, I couldn't bring myself to buy a cheap car.

And finally:

10) Paris Hilton's IQ is 117. Can You Beat her Score? - And how! Leftover musings from a Dear Abby column ("Find a nice man with a high school diploma") and whether intelligence can even be measured in unsocialized children (I think not).