The great thing about the MS-QOTD (pronounced, as al—  Aww, you get it) is that it comes around every day, save for Sunday.  (That’s the day for the Major Spoilers Poll of the Weekweekweekweek.)  The hardest part of the MS-QOTD is that it comes around every day, even when I’m busy or sick or overwhelmed with planning for a big event this weekend, like right now.  As such, I can’t even tell you where I parked, what’s for lunch or even whether my shoes match today.  Of course, since all my shoes are basic black, it’s not like anyone will notice without close examination, leading to today’s disoriented query…

The MS-QOTD (pronounced, as always, “misquoted”) will be happy when the weekend gets here and I can take a nap, you guys, asking: What’s for lunch?


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Once upon a time, there was a young nerd from the Midwest, who loved Matter-Eater Lad and the McKenzie Brothers... If pop culture were a maze, Matthew would be the Minotaur at its center. Were it a mall, he'd be the Food Court. Were it a parking lot, he’d be the distant Cart Corral where the weird kids gather to smoke, but that’s not important right now... Matthew enjoys body surfing (so long as the bodies are fresh), writing in the third person, and dark-eyed women. Amongst his weaponry are such diverse elements as: Fear! Surprise! Ruthless efficiency! An almost fanatical devotion to pop culture! And a nice red uniform.


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