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So I've had a bit of writer's block this week. 
I've started two or three blog posts and moved them (possibly forever) to draft status.

I'm feeling uninspired.  Maybe you can help me.  If you want to throw out a topic, I'll research it, talk it out, give you my point of view.  We can discuss.

I don't want to leave you hanging so I thought I would take a cue from one of my favorite Internet pastimes*: Funny Graphs  If you Google this term and look at the images, you will have hours (and I do mean HOURS) of fun at your fingertips.  I mean, these are very important pieces of information.  Every high school math and science student should be able to quantify....

What Sir Mix-A-Lot likes:


 Who loves Mrs. Robinson:


Or the likely composition of rain:


To that end, I thought it might interest you to view a few graphs that document my life.  All data is represented accurately.  I'm sure of it.  Really.  Do you doubt me?

Graph #1: A typical day for Rachel

 Oh, and in case you're wondering what I do with that 4% of my life that is "leisure time":


So there you have it.  This is what happens when I get writers block.  PLEASE! Someone inspire me. I will take your topic suggestions.....NOW.

*note: I had to also look up the word pastime.  It just looks weird.  It is, indeed, spelled correctly and should not be spelled pasttime (which ALSO looks incorrect).  Just sayin'

Comments

  1. Ummm... I got nothing. I mean, in terms of inspiration. I got plenty from this post.

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  2. I LOVE that your leisure time graph is divided into ideal and reality. I started at the top left and thought - WOWZERS, How does Rachel have time to knit and sew her own clothes and tend her organic garden while keeping up with facebook and playing Words with Friends with me? ;)

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  3. I totally spell it "past-time" because I don't like how "pastime" or "pasttime" look.

    You play WWF? I'm on there as Avitable.

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