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Thursday, June 10, 2004

pearls slipping off a string

If and only if (I was going to abbreviate that the way we did in algebra class, as "iff", but I thought that would just look like a typo, and what if we were the only ones to do it that way and then I looked really REALLY stupid. So. If and ONLY if) you have a half-hour or so to waste right now (like I didn't, but oh well), go here and browse through RetroCrush's 50 Greatest Song Parts collection. What a cool idea. I have to say, though, that there's a part of Rossini's William Tell Overture (and if you want me to adore you for life, it's easy; just don't call this "the Lone Ranger theme". I know it's hard to resist. But please. It's not as bad as "Rhapsody in Blue" being known as "the United Airlines theme," because at least the Lone Ranger is kind of an icon in and of himself, but still) which would, in my opinion, blow ALL their song parts completely out of the water. (that sounds graphic and vaguely bloody.) Unfortunately without lyrics I can't just tell you which part. You'll just have to listen to the finale and form your own opinion. :)

I am having a series of nice days, which is such a pleasant change from the series of crappy days I seemed to have been stuck in for a while, a few weeks ago. I'm reminded of an L.M. Montgomery book with a line about "days following one another like pearls slipping off a string;" that's exactly what my week has been like. Just ordinary things, nothing worth journaling about, but a blessing all the same -- the kids are loving and cooperative; I'm happy even though I am thoroughly ticked off at my good old womanly parts; even money stresses etc. haven't dampened my serene outlook. I've been reading good books (speaking of L.M. Montgomery, I'm reading the EMilies for the first time in years and enjoying them more than I ever did before), getting some crocheting done, doing a little housework and laundry, eating sanely but not terribly restrictively... you know. Good times.

Now we'll see, since I've made a note of how calm everything is, if tomorrow everything hits the fan. Gee, what a fun experiment.

And for your further journal edification, here is a survey about online journaling. Or blogging. Or diary-ing. Or whatever the heck you want to call it. ahem. Anyway.


Do you try to look hot when you go to the grocery store just in case someone recognizes you from your blog? Um, no. Chances are totally nil that anyone in my town who doesn't already know me, would have a clue about me from my blog.

Are the photos you post Photoshopped or otherwise altered? No, I just pick pictures where I think I look OK.

Do you like it when creeps or dorks email you? Never happened.

Do you lie in your blog? No. But I consciously leave stuff out.

Are you passive-aggressive in your blog? I don�t think so.

Do you ever threaten to quit writing so people will tell you not to stop? No. I hate that manipulative stuff.

Are you in therapy? If not, should you be? If so, is it helping? I am not in therapy.

Do you delete mean comments? Do you fake nice ones? I have deleted a few rude ones.

If your readers knew you in person, would they like you more or like you less? Less. Clumsiness and social awkwardness are endearing in print. In person, not so much.

Do you have a job? No.

If someone offered you a decent salary to blog full-time without restrictions, would you do it? I wouldn't begin to know what to write about that much. So no.

Which blogger do you want to meet in real life? hmm... sundry, Dusty (porktornado), mom-on-roof, rdhdprincess. Except that I would be so totally intimidated by them.

Does your family read your blog? My sister-in-law does. My mom's read one entry but I don't think she's read anything since. My husband reads it occasionally.

How old is your blog? Not quite a year.

Do you get more than 1000 pageviews per day? Do you care? Not even NEAR that. Does anyone, other than the celebrity bloggers? And no, I don't care. I write for myself mostly; while the possibility of someone else reading it is what makes me keep writing (as opposed to abandoning it like I always have my paper diaries), I really don't care how many people do. It's just the possibility of it.

Do you have another secret blog in which you write about being depressed, slutty, or a liar? Well, not about those things exactly, but I do have one that nobody who knows me knows about. Except now they know about it... but they still don't know where it is.

Have you ever given another blogger money for his/her writing? No.

Is blogging narcissistic? To a degree, yes.

Do you feel guilty when you don't post for a long time? Yes. Especially if the most recent entry is stupid.

Do you have enemies? Not that I know of.

Are you lonely? For adult female conversation, sometimes.

Why bother? It's an interesting way to keep track of what I do and share it with other people.