This week we will be introducing a new feature called “Blog Off.”  We like to stay pretty competitive here at the Thrill and this is one way we can definitively prove that one of us is objectively a better blogger (dare we say, a better person).  So we leave it to you, the reader, to decide in a blind taste test who is really better as we square off on various topics.

A true meeting of the minds. (via NYTimes.com)

This week we have a marquee match-up of Emma Specter and Spencer Kaye.  The topic? Procrastination.

Blog A: A little-known fact about procrastination is that – oh my God. Oh no. When did this happen? Why is all of The West Wing on Netflix Instant? Who would do this to me? Okay, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna watch nine hours of it, just to get it out of the way, and then I’ll write from 5 to 7 a.m. and that’s plenty of time. Shit, except now I’m hungry. I’m gonna make some Easy Mac real quick – oh, shit. Shit, we’re out of Easy Mac. The VI’s still open, maybe I’ll go get some soup super-fast. Soup makes me better at doing work, that’s always been the case. Oh God, speaking of soup, it was Rebecca’s birthday last week and I completely forgot to finish decoupaging that jewelry box for her. It would just be evil of me not to take care of that now, right? I mean, I’m not a monster.

Blog B: It’s four in the morning. This is the moment; I have taken procrastination beyond a hobby and elevated it to the level of sport. Every few minutes I take a break from typing to catch a scene of The West Wing and then get right back in it. My life has become the Inception of procrastination, projects within projects (except I am not the Michael Caine, which is a real bummer — Alfred in Batman and friend of DiCaprio?! Life is tremendously unfair). I watch Netflix to procrastinate writing blog posts to procrastinate doing laundry to procrastinate doing any real work. Eons from now they will build monuments to my lack of motivation.  Three separate times in the last two sentences I have popped over to Facebook, much like I open the fridge expecting different contents each time.