Random Thoughts on Rejection, Christianity & Islam.

Gotta love a day that starts with an e-mail like this:

Dear Cat in Rabat,
Thank you very much for letting us see your submission for "Our Inconsequential Sawed-Off Magazine That Nobody with Taste Reads"*. We’re afraid it has not been selected for publication on this occasion … We do hope that you won’t feel discouraged by this letter. Rejection is, unfortunately, part of the writer’s job description. So... please try again!

Discouraged? Hardly encouraged. So in spite of the fact that I had intended on writing a nice little post today replete with wit and erudition and searing insights, I am going to go to back to bed for the rest of the day. Since I have been clearly judged to be entirely unqualified to entertain you, dear reader, in any literary capacity, I offer this (turn up your speakers) in my stead. It is funny and irreverant and topical - all qualities that the editors at the "Our Inconsequential Sawed-Off Magazine That Nobody with Taste Reads" firmly believe I lack. Also, by watching & listening to it, the import of today's blog title will be made patently manifest.

*Name of magazine withheld on the highly unlikely but possible chance that I re-submit. A reject and a masochist - oi!