Are chipmunks more intelligent, or perhaps less suicidal, than squirrels and rabbits? Just driving my neighborhood streets there is at least one daily kamikaze squirrel sprinting across the road in front of my car. Sometimes they even just stop in the middle of the street, like they're playing chicken. And at least a couple times a week, an oblivious bunny hops blithely into my vehicle's path, as if the school crossing guard had given it the go-ahead. Driving around I also see possum and raccoon roadkill, but I have never, ever, seen a chipmunk doing the cross-street dash, and I have never seen a smooshed one, either.
Getting older sucks. Okay, make that: Some days, getting older sucks more than other days (because, of course, it beats the alternatives). If you know me, you know I read--a lot. But these days I need brighter light to read comfortably, and an actual magnifying glass to read those tiny warning labels on little Advil bottles. This bothers me more than the occasional gray hair or rainy-weather ache. Why? I don't know, it just does.
It seems harder to get back to regular blogging without reader interaction. I don't know why I need the adulation of the masses in order to publish my thoughts to the world, but there it is. I can read Rachel Lucas again, which is a good thing, but she is so scathingly brilliant it makes my brain hurt and my ego shrivel up and hide in the corner whimpering. That also makes it harder to blog.
I will try to persevere.
Happy Birthday to Harvey and Jennifer! And as long as we're on the subject, Ted's birthday was a couple of days ago, the Great and Powerful Pixy Misa's is in about a week (your results may vary due to that pesky international dateline), and Victor's natal anniversary is sometime around now, too.
So, I have a question for you all--what do you think your parents liked to do in December? (I was thinking an indoor sport... like bowling...)
I'm a capitalist and all that, but when a blog's ads and ad-cookies assault my browser to the point that it not only hangs but locks up altogether, so that I'm forced to reboot my computer and then wait for the auto scan disk to run just to get back online, doesn't that defeat the purpose of the ads, which is getting someone to read them? How can one read the ads if one is avoiding the site completely?
What's worse is that the blog I am now going to have to avoid is the Divine Rachel Lucas!
Sigh. If it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.
So I got a very nice email from a complete stranger offering a link-exchange for our blogs. Seems he found my site from somebody else's blogroll, and thought we could cross-promote. I found the blog he referenced (yep, there I was) and his blog's link there, and his blog is no worse than Harvey's, so I was all ready to email him back agreeing when I noticed....the name and email addy in his "signature" don't match the name and addy that the email came from.
Admittedly, I have several email addresses. Some are in my real name, and some are in my nickname, but I sign them all "Susie" regardless of address because that is who I am. I do not email someone from Mona_Doe@hotmail.com and sign it Matilda_Schmilda@gmail.com, or vice versa. Not only is that very confusing, it also leads to all sorts of questions, including is this a scam?
So no link love for Mr. Doesn't Know His Own Name, just in case he is a total fruitcake who hacks into strangers' email accounts to solicit links because he forgot the password to his own.
Yeah, it's tough love, but I supervise teenagers for a living...
So I thought that once school was back in session and I wasn't working 13-hour days anymore that I would jump right back into blogging. Ha!
Well, watch me crawl. This is more an effort at filling blank space on my blog than actually communicating any salient ideas that might have drifted to the surface of my brain--but hey, I have to start somewhere.
Anyway, my last post was actually my 1,800th and would have been occasion to throw a party, except I didn't notice until weeks later. So, belated congrats to myself. Not that 1800 is a mystical number or anything, but it's round and sounds good.
Do you believe the unjustifiable attacks on Sarah Palin? Some of them are pretty funny, especially the talking heads that suggest that being a governor is not adequate preparation for the Vice Presidency. Jimmy Carter. Ronald Reagan. Bill Clinton. George W. Bush. They must mean she should be running for President...
Joe Biden gives me the creeps. Always has. There's something very smarmy about him that bothers me (aside from the fact I think he's an idiot). The match up is Newbie Senator and Creepy Guy vs. Veteran Senator and Governor. Hmmm. I don't even have to take into account Michael Moore's endorsement of Newbie Senator to decide to go with The Least Repulsive Democrat Running and Sarah Barracuda.
I think Jim Treacher sums it up the best.