At first, I was so desperate for a good reading, that when I found Blogger, I used to click on that "Next Blog" button some still have on top. Then I found Blog Explosion, where I met Ricardo, and Sebastien, and Tom, and many others. I also met Jerry from Fat Cat Politics, who was the first one to add me to his blogroll. Spammers still leave comments on his blog, two years after his death.
I found more blogs through other people's links. Some people visited here and for some reason stuck around. I met some people through the other blog, where I collect fathers. And now I've done my second review for Ask and Ye Shall Receive. It will be up next week. I'm having fun with that one.
I'm stretching myself too thin, is what I'm saying. (Was that a cliché? Man, I'm so out of the loop, I don't know what's a cliché anymore! Is "Out of the Loop" a cliché?) After all, it's not like I have time to do any of that. I get a few hours at night when everyone is asleep and I type quietly and with constant fear that What's-His-Name wakes up and starts to cry, which means I can't even read or write properly because I'm not focused, which in turn produces run-on sentences.
It also means I haven't been spending enough time reading other people's blogs. And I'm not saying that as an apology; that would be presumptuous. I wish I were able to spend all day reading my favorite blogs, is what I'm saying.
That's it about that. The snow is coming. Maybe there's a metaphor there, but who cares. And anyway, the '10s are going to be the decade of Realism, and everything before that will be lost in time, like tears in the rain, for example.
The Way The South Was Won (By A Yankee)
My friend Sally hails from a prominent southern family. In her father's Charleston home hangs a portrait of her relative fondly referred to as 'The Major.' ...