request for more posts clouded in babbling

[quigonginger]

Ginger swoops into the office, plops in her chair, bums a light from 
Dot, lights up and faces the assembly, who, realizing that this is 
written in TBAY style, wait for her to speak.

"Did you ever have one of those days?" she asks rhetorically.  "I 
came up with the perfect acronym to the hottest topic on the list.  I 
looked it up in the dictionary to make sure it was a word, and that I 
had spelled it correctly, and went to my computer only to find that 
it wouldn't work.  So I called the repairman, giving myself a 
headache trying to remember the acronym, and waited until he 
arrived.  He started fixing the computer, asking me to help, and then 
informed me that my kids, who were *supposed* to be snowblowing a 
path to the barn, had taken the snowmobiles into town for a night of 
partying.  So there I was, torn between maternal duty and a desire to 
post.

Then I woke up and realized:
My computer is fine.
Repairmen don't fix computers with needles and thread, nor do they 
ask you to hold their bobbins.
It's not snowing.
I live in town.
I don't have a barn.
I don't have snowmobiles.
I don't have children.
The acronym wouldn't work because ANTIREPO4TSSISESSUS isn't a real 
word. 
And-we don't *need* an acronym for the theory about how MemoryCharmed!
Neville has been placed under a time-delayed Imperious by Bella when 
she tortured his parents, which causes him to make odd noises in his 
sleep so that Harry can't get any rest and clear his mind, which is 
the real reason the Harry failed Occlumency.

And I was so distraught, because I knew *exactly* how to code it up 
for the catalogue."

Ginger pauses, looks at the gaping faces of her cohorts, and asks 
Miss Carolyn, "May I have another batch of posts, or do you think I'm 
off my bat?  Or both?"