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April 18, 2004 11:08 AM- life of a blog

It's true that I'm pretty new to this whole blog looping and linking thing, but people, I have some questions.

First, when I arrive at someone's blog, I often check out their recommendations. That's to say, their daily reads. But there's no shortage of blogs that list daily reads that have long expired. How does that work, exactly? Do they go to the dead blog every day, sort of like bringing flowers to an old friend's gravestone? Or, did they post that blog in a fevered state of "if you link to me than I'll link to you" and then never return to the site which, come on, is the equivalent of a one-night blog stand.

What's happened is, as I surf this blog community I've stumbled across a wide wasteland of dead blogs just drifting across the internet like tumbleweeds. Kind of sad. And, to echo Andie MacDowell in Sex, Lies and Videotape, who's going to clean up these dead blogs?

What's most puzzling to me, is the last entry of a dead blog is often, "I don't have anything more to say."

What the hell is that? You don't have anything more to say? You mean once you've itemized your age, sex, location and bitched about your job and friends-- there's really nothing more to say? That's pretty scary. I guess that would explain the couples we all see in restaurants who sit in silence for the duration of the meal.

Of course, I must add a codicil here. As I am one half of a long-term relationship, the uninformed observer might see me and T in a restaurant and observe moments where there is no conversation. That's not because we have nothing to say. Au contraire, it's because we've been together so long that we now simply read each other's thoughts.

Scoff if you will. It's true. And, of course, as with any superhero powers, it has its advantages and disadvantages. Example of an advantage is driving home from work thinking, "god, I could go for some Indian food tonight." Then opening the front door and smelling curry and fried pourri and have T call out, "glad you're in the mood for some tikki masala!"

Example of a disadvantage is exiting the cinema complex after seeing a Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson flick with a bit of a dreamy smile on my lips. T will just look at me in disgust and say, "Owen--with his twisty nose and that whiny voice? You really want to bone him?"

Helas, I do. Or at least meet him for a long drink in a red leather, dimly lit banquette.

Ah-- a blog digression. Something to be explored in another post. For now, I leave you with a view of our little polar bears. Below is a mini movie of Ollie and Henry going into the lake for the first time yesterday. They are both snow babies and have never been in the water before so T was eager to see if they were gonna be water babies or not. Unfortunately for the little tykes, the ice is not yet out and the water had to be arctic. Brrrrr. (NOTE: movie is 3 MB, so view at your own risk.)

Little Polar Bears.

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