First Bone went on vacation but should be back shortly. He left his fish Pablo so that people could ask questions about Bone. Somebody asked if Bone is his real name. That person took our question. Maybe somebody would like to ask a follow-up question that we don’t dare ask: “Why does he keep that name?” It’s not like it’s a common name that nobody dare make fun of like say Pia
Patriotic Cowgirl’s having a quasi-rant because a horse is not just a horse. And MizB’s daughter just graduated kindergarten. When MizB talks about a kindergarten graduation it’s like no kindergarten graduation you have ever been to.
More seriously, Cooper not Alice has a post on Darfur at BC. Two quick comments on that. I haven’t posted at BC for a long time. Don’t know when they put the “no personal attacks” on comments but I could have used that nine months ago when I seriously got almost 400 comments, most attacking me. Personally I feel horrible that Cooper feels marginalized at another blog I know well. One of the original intents of that blog was to make all people feel welcome. When somebody like her choses to write for a blog, the blog should just let her fly–and truly monitor the comments. All comments.
Shayna has a link to 2996 The number of people who were killed on 9/11. D Challener Roe came up with a brilliant idea to honor the life of people who died that day. Each person who participates will be given the name of one person who died and will write about that person on 9/11–the Fifth Anniversary of the saddest day, and I feel so not correct for not saying except for Katrina, in modern American history.
As I have previously stated my personal hero is the man who stayed behind because his disabled office mate couldn’t make it down the stairs. I hope his family takes some measure of solace in knowing how selfless he was. This is a non-partisan effort. Please keep it that way. I hope that someday soon 9/11 will be a National Day of Remembrance.
Plugging is one of the best parts of blogging to me. The blogosphere came together during Katrina; we can again.
If you haven’t read the post below this, I share the secret to unraveling the universe, or putting it back together.
Why did we just spend an hour wondering why the living room had become so hot? We thought of every dire possibility: an infection from the oral surgery was our primary concern; then we thought about hot flashes something we have been told about in graphic detail; then we thought about a strange form of mad cow or other dementia’s that first make a person feel hot and humid; of course there is the always dreaded retribution from Home Depot and the shipping company that calls each weekday with a recorded announcement to call another number.
It gives the number so fast that when we actually try to write down the number we have to do in increments in each phone call. Actually we wonder if the shipping company really does want us to call or is playing a stupid game as shipping was supposed to be free with The Home Depot order, and we paid the J&R shipping charges with the J&R bill. We actually attempted to look the number up, but there are endless “Allied Shipping….” we don’t know the rest of the name as they mumble that just before the hog auction phone number. Then we thought and thought and thought.
Finally we got up and realized that we had accidentally set the timer and the AC had gone off. No mystery. Problem solved.
Dearest blog, we really like problems that are simple to fix. Why do we immediately think of things that we could have done wrong. In this case we didn’t and it really was our problem, or we think of every sick and impossible scenario.
We have also begun to remember what we hate about summer in New York. Constant rain that plays havoc with our plans Yes our plans. Dear blog, why are we so me-centric, and self-absorbed that we let ourselves dare dream that a free concert won’t be washed out. How selfish of us.
Yes we are selfish, self-absorbed and proud to be so. We learned long ago never to count on anybody else no matter how much they implored us to be dependent on them. We learned how to take care of our self and anybody else that needs to be taken care of and has nobody else.
We learned to navigate our way through life with minimal directions. Look at you dearest blog. Do you complain when somebody you asked ten months ago not to comment, comments. Even though he states in a comment that we are still self-absorbed and dense? No we let that go even though it makes us self conscious.
We feel that we can’t tell him not to comment because he will run to “his friends” and tell them that we censor. We just don’t have the strength to deal with that now. We will spend the next month deciding if we want to keep our blog or not.
You see, dear blog, we have a problem. We can’t do “the owner of the blog has been notified….” And we can’t make people get a password for the same reason that we let that person comment.
Dear blog why should we feel self conscious? When did our country come to this? That it’s fine for people who believe in Bush, Rove, God and country to say whatever they want but take out one variable, and those people feel a need to comment and censor. Yes, censor. They usually have password protected comments. It’s okay because they have God on their sides.
But Godless Americans aren’t real Americans in their minds and therefore don’t have equal rights. As we find it impossible to censor ourselves we suppose that we will continue. If only to spit in their faces. And it’s not people of faith we want to spit on. They would never dream of doing such things.
Dear blog, you are a good blog with good values. You don’t run around the blogosphere reminding people that you’re watching them. Basically because we have no desire to and have more productive ways to spend our time. We will get over the weather forecast that predicts rain every day for the next ten.
We will continue to spend more time on our book because we don’t have to feel self-conscious. And the rewards will be more tangible.
Oh, dear blog let’s end with the all important line that people who have God on their sides feel the need to use so often. “We have friends.” Actually we don’t get that line. Shouldn’t God be a good enough friend? If people are truly superior shouldn’t they act humble? We just don’t get that.
Nor are we looking for answers. When and if we want answers to those questions we will ask our friends who truly have faith, but don’t feel a need to ram it down our throats.
We have a lot to do this week, and will answer comments in the order that they came in on. Obviously we have been spending way too much time trying to get things done on the phone as we feel like an automated voice.