Usually, if I wear a Bow Tie o’ the Day, something remarkable eventually happens. At the very least, I eventually think remarkable things, which I then try to hone into a chuckle-worthy tblog post. But today, I have bow-tied up to the keyboard a dozen times, and I’ve percolated a total of less than zero ideas. I’ve got nuthin’. I believe it’s in everyone’s best interest—especially my own—that I call a “soft closure” on the story/joke/myth section of my brain until tomorrow.
Probably my fault.