It’s been quite a while since I’ve had material or ideas for an Anything Can Happen Sunday (ACHS) post. But for the past few weeks I’ve been conducting a study to determine the efficacy of producing quality animation and short films while lack any artistic skills. Since I’m conducting the study and am its only participant, statistically speaking, there’s a possibility my results could be slightly skewed. Continue reading →
One of the best aspects of JBACHINGTAWHS (Just Because Anything Can Happen Is No Guarantee That Anything Will Happen Sunday, formerly known as Anything Can Happen Sunday, or ACHS), is its flexibility. So, if on Sunday I were to close my eyes for a bit in an effort to vanquish a headache, only to wake up hours later with the day almost over and nothing written, it’s perfectly acceptable to open the publishing window a little wider and post Sunday’s story on Monday. Continue reading →
It’s no secret that were it not for my friend Gillette (so named because she’s edgy like a razor) this blog would not have been resurrected. Gillette is a gift-giving savant who on more than once occasion has presented me with gifts eerily perfect for for jump-starting my creativity. For example, Anything Can Happen Sunday is a direct result of Gillette giving me the book 642 Things To Write About.
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A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned something about sharing a few excerpts from my 7th grade diary. And what better time to do that than on Anything Can Happen Sunday? So pop open a Tab, put on your Dittos and feather your hair, because I’m going back to 1978 and I’m taking all of you with me! Continue reading →
If you woke up with a smile on your face and a feeling that today is special, it’s probably because you remembered that today is Anything Can Happen Sunday. Widely regarded as the best day in blogging, ACHS is a proud Pucker Up Buttercup tradition, the origins of which have been traced back as far as two weeks. When I tell you how we’re going to celebrate Anything Can Happen Sunday, you’ll be saying, “Gosh! I guess anything really can happen!” Continue reading →
I very nearly rejected this prompt. In fact, I initially set it aside to go looking for another topic. But even while I was looking for something more “substantial,” my mind kept going back to sad jokes. Continue reading →