Good News, Bad News

The Bad News: Nora Roberts escaped, by cunningly using a small emerald that she kept in her pocket, just for the heck of it, to carve out the basement windows. She has also taken the guppies with her.

The Good News: Carrie and I have to post again! And we're so excited! Wow!

The Bad News: You probably liked Nora Roberts better and are loathe to read now that we have returned. This causes us much angst.

The Good News: That means we can post really good angst-ridden free verse poetry for you! Wow!

The Bad News: I have been a little sarcastic in this post.

The Good News: Here's a very interesting article on robots, the history and nature of them.

Har Dee Har Har (or should I say Pee Dee Har Har)

Why yes, the management team here at CarrPeeDiem DOES have an announcement, but it's not the one below. Ha ha, what a funny entry that was! Replacing Carrie with Nora Roberts! Ha ha!

Seriously folks, the REAL announcement is that Pete is being replaced by a tank full of guppies. While they are admittedly not as cute, they eat a lot less and don't subject Carrie to super-human levels of sarcasm.

And odds are better that Carrie's lengthy emails will get a response.

So now, a word from our newest bloggers!

Glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub!

Glub, glub glub, glub.

Glub glub?

Glub!

Writing in Death

This post is an announcement.

We here at CarrPeeDiem are pleased to announce that, with Carrie no longer on the internet, what with having friends and a job and a life, all of which she loves more than us, we have decided to bring fresh blood into the blog in order to keep the synergistically fast-moving energy of our community outward intentions active.

You heard me right.

I would like to welcome our new blogger...Nora Roberts, everybody! Say hi!

Hello.

The other day I was writing a novel dilligently. I was working quickly with my hands a blur of motion like rain over the keyboard that I typed on sparingly when I received a phone call from Pete. I cradled the phone to my ear.

"It's Pete!" Pete said gustily.

"I thought I told you never to call here," I said angrily.

"I know," Pete mused thoughtfully, "But I had to. We need someone to talk on our blog!"

"I don't do blogs," I enunciated clearly, "Blogs are for wannabe writers."

"Don't you keep a journal of some sort?" Pete inquired questioningly.

"Yes," I replied informingly, "But I write the entries on hundred dollar bills."

"Oh," Pete muttered murmeringly. "I see."

ANd he hung up.

An hour later, there was a knock at my door and Pete asked me to smell this rag, which I did, and that's how I woke up groggily in this basement where no one is feeding me and I have to post or --

Sorry folks, Nora had to run! What a great gal! She'll be back with further tidbits in future weeks, though! Ha! Ha!