The Friday Five Has Defeated Me.

This week's Friday Five asks you for your current favorite this, that, and the other thing. (Well, OK, those plus two more things, to make five. Obviously.)

I can't do it. I can't pick favorites. I don't understand how other people pick favorites. I suspect they don't, actually. I suspect that when they say "X is my current favorite Y," what they really mean is that, when they started making a mental list of good Ys, X is the first one that came to mind. Which maybe isn't a bad criterion for "favorite," but my own brain tends to throw up three or four Xs to start with, and then insist on listing half a dozen more before I've even finished typing the first one. And it's pretty much guaranteed that, even if I listed a hundred and ninety-three Ys, five minutes after I completed the list, I'd come up with seven more examples that I liked better than any of them.

So, uh, I'm boycotting this week. Yeah. Out of, uh, protest. Or something.