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| 6/23 Sarah apparently "hacked" into my site this weekend (inserting some such comment as, "Sarah is much smarter than me... but who wouldn't be"). So I was all set to have a '"flame war" but Sarah then "hacked" back in (as she noted, if you know someone's password, it may not really be hacking) and removed the offending comment. Darn. I suppose we will have to actually address each others' ideas in order to have a "flame war"... Apropos of my blog being devoted to utter narcissism. For self-involvedness, drama queenliness, and the fact it was the first one I ever read, I love www.dooce.com. Dooce's claim to fame is that she got fired for the content of her blog last year. My favorite entries, however, describe Dooce bitching out or otherwise correcting some offender against social niceties. For example, the time she deliberately body-checked a stair walker... In LA Dooce would work out like the stars, by driving long distances in the early morning hours before work to a building with an appropriately steep staircase, and then running up and down the stairs. (I must admit this is more sensible than my practice of shelling out to belong to the Y but not having enough coordination to use a Stairmaster, let alone the will to actually GO to the Y.) Apparently it would get quite crowded in the stairwell, some newbie with a ponytail could not figure out the fairly obvious code of keeping in one's lane, and got in Dooce's way... WHAM. I thought she gave up blogging last year after getting fired, but I went to my bookmark and found out she is back!! And she is having a baby! She also says she has quit writing about her lesbian fantasies... since these consisted of her mentioning periodically that she was attracted to Britney Spears and such like, it is probably better that she has put a lid on it... 6/27 Sarah says that blogging about a blog is the kiss of death. ...valid criticism, I see now, but I still hoped that someone else might go read about Dooce knocking into the stairwalker. I did edit above post for boringness... Oh well. My curse is to be the Cassandra of media! No matter how good a book, movie, article, etc., may be, when I describe it, no one can believe me! Also she has been bugging me to commence the flame war! OK. Sarah, PLEASE, I had to hear enough about YI's when we were on vacation, but now you have to share with a wider audience?! Plus, what is this we are forced to read about your "nether regions"?!? (I am, however, impressed that you can remember our old phone number from Habersham Drive.) But to be fair, let us also discuss Pinky and why she was lucky to have such a devoted owner... [One of Sarah's nicer qualities is that she preserves the same tender heart she had as a child towards all animals. (No comment for now on Sarah's heart vis-a-vis people.) I find this impressive, since I have lost an awful lot of my animal-lovin' range since childhood. Unlike Sarah, I could not get emotionally involved enough with a rat to spend big bucks on vet bills (pet size matters to me. Also I am planning on never handling another rat. Their icky little claws give me a rash if I pick one up)... I still enjoy meat just the same after reading about the suffering that the livestock industry entails... I lacked compassion for the diseased stray dogs we saw in Kiribati (getting embarrassed when Sarah attempted to feed a rabid-looking one which was begging at the airport)... I don't even set aside regular blocks of time for petting my cats...] Now, Sarah. Pinky lived like rat royalty, with all the attention and care you lavished on her! You were feeding her peanut butter, letting her run around on your bed and gnaw hidey holes in your comforter, playing with her, etc., so for most of the time you were treating her with the ridiculous and expensive nebulizer, she was still enjoying herself. Past that point, she probably was not all that cognizant of her surroundings. (How come the vet waited so long to give you a reality check, anyway? Could it have been all the checks you were giving her???) How many people have enough love in their hearts to see a rat as an irreplaceable individual! If only the rest of us could take a lesson from Sarah... (but do we really have to give up steak, or get anywhere near a dog that is actively slavering, while amused foreigners look on... It is too hard... ) More nattering? |
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