Things I miss some more.
As all sentient beings are doubtlessly aware, Bec will be debloggified until further notice. Which makes me sad. But, believe it or else, one's real-life takes priority over writing stuff that I find entertaining and/or admirable. Sure, I realize that seems like "crazy-talk" but it's true. So bon voyage et bonne chance Madame Bex. Thou shalt be missed.
Which brings up the matter of Australians. I have noted, elsewhere in my published works, that Australians represent -- by a very wide margin -- the least lurking contingent of my vast readership. For that they are to be commended. However, I have also noticed that they likewise lead the race in deblogging. First it was the lovely and gracious Bec & Kim who divorced and took up separate blog residences, leaving all and sundry feeling like Hollywood Offspring come divorce season. Then the lovely and gracious LC who pared her bloggy output to her "book blog" (and in the place of her "regular" blog, an interesting, er, "adults only" [click that at your own risk you disbelieving bastids] site appeared amid a furious hailstorm of popups involving Naughty Bits...which caused a fair bit of friction ovah at Chez Joke) and now the lovely and gracious Bec.
I am not counting the lovely and gracious DIH because, while her blog disappears with alarming regularity, there is usually some other reason behind that...such as it had been "slammed" by professional pornographers or her profile had been hijacked. It's a rotten thing to happen to anyone, but at least makes for interesting reading upon return.
This is not to say the reasons why the blogheaval takes place are not noble, pure, warranted or proper. It's just that I don't like it. A monumentally selfish thought, but there you have it. They're gone, I miss 'em, and I don't care for that.
However, this problem is far vaster than Australia or Oceania or even the whole Southern Hemisphere. Or even both hemispheres.
Sometimes people go away. Sometimes they just do.
For example, I had a pal, "Seaserif" for over 10 years just "up 'n' leave" one day. That one I still miss, even though it's been almost 3 years. Usually we just exchanged long emails, sometimes we talked on the phone and even threatened to have a meet-up a couple of times, even though we lived as far apart as was possible in the continental USA.
And yet! Because reveille will eventually sound after the playing of taps, sometimes people come trickling back into your life. Just yesterday two of my long-lost Usenet pals chimed (The Perky One and CiSF) in with email out of the blue and, I believe one of them -- maybe both? -- actually lurk here.
So that is good.
But I'll still miss what I miss.
-J.
Which brings up the matter of Australians. I have noted, elsewhere in my published works, that Australians represent -- by a very wide margin -- the least lurking contingent of my vast readership. For that they are to be commended. However, I have also noticed that they likewise lead the race in deblogging. First it was the lovely and gracious Bec & Kim who divorced and took up separate blog residences, leaving all and sundry feeling like Hollywood Offspring come divorce season. Then the lovely and gracious LC who pared her bloggy output to her "book blog" (and in the place of her "regular" blog, an interesting, er, "adults only" [click that at your own risk you disbelieving bastids] site appeared amid a furious hailstorm of popups involving Naughty Bits...which caused a fair bit of friction ovah at Chez Joke) and now the lovely and gracious Bec.
I am not counting the lovely and gracious DIH because, while her blog disappears with alarming regularity, there is usually some other reason behind that...such as it had been "slammed" by professional pornographers or her profile had been hijacked. It's a rotten thing to happen to anyone, but at least makes for interesting reading upon return.
This is not to say the reasons why the blogheaval takes place are not noble, pure, warranted or proper. It's just that I don't like it. A monumentally selfish thought, but there you have it. They're gone, I miss 'em, and I don't care for that.
However, this problem is far vaster than Australia or Oceania or even the whole Southern Hemisphere. Or even both hemispheres.
Sometimes people go away. Sometimes they just do.
For example, I had a pal, "Seaserif" for over 10 years just "up 'n' leave" one day. That one I still miss, even though it's been almost 3 years. Usually we just exchanged long emails, sometimes we talked on the phone and even threatened to have a meet-up a couple of times, even though we lived as far apart as was possible in the continental USA.
And yet! Because reveille will eventually sound after the playing of taps, sometimes people come trickling back into your life. Just yesterday two of my long-lost Usenet pals chimed (The Perky One and CiSF) in with email out of the blue and, I believe one of them -- maybe both? -- actually lurk here.
So that is good.
But I'll still miss what I miss.
-J.
Comments
I come here for the food! Or when I need a dose of southern gentleman.
Perky
In real life, I'm not very tolerant of people trickling in and out. Either you're in, or you're out.
How sad is it that I keep going to Bec's place, hoping she's already changed her mind?
Is that like when your ex drives by your house at 3am?
-J.
I always feel like I'm hearing that "It's not you, it's me." thing again.
-J.
I too feel slightly ill when a favourite blogger disappears, but I don't miss real life friends so much when they have moved away. That is just so sick.
...and we'll keep the matter of that little typo entre nous, right?
-J.