
Regrettably, I'm not contributing. In part, I'm too insecure. I've also had other big projects to tackle. But I do want to shout "Happy 3rd Anniversary!" to the Insecure Writer's Support Group. Thank you, Alex, for facilitating three years of encouragement, support, angst, tears, hysteria, and random fun.
To celebrate, I tried to invite someone really important to my studio. Danny DeVito's rates were too high, though, so Queen Elizabeth II came over from across the pond!
The Queen --robust and manly, wide and ever devoid of personality -- rides in on her thoroughbred named Sir Loin. "Harder, faster! Sir Loin!" she shouts, whacking his rear with her stick. She sees the camera and yelps towards it, clearly delirious: "1992 is not a year on which I shall
look back with undiluted pleasure. In the words of one of my more sympathetic
correspondents, it has turned out to be an Annus Horribilis."*
"That's not my business, lady," I tell her. "Keep it clean around here. It ain't that kind of party."
"That's not my business, lady," I tell her. "Keep it clean around here. It ain't that kind of party."
The Queen, 88 years old and counting, springs from her horse and does some acrobatics."Ta ta, cheerios, English muffins, carry on!"
Happy Birthday, IWSG!
*Actual quote by Queen Elizabeth II.
Wikipedia, US Weekly, and the Official Magazine Britain were abused in the making of this post.