With a little help from my friends…and their husbands
The other day, Culotte wrote me to inveigle her way into my blog by sharing this conversation she had with her husband, N., which she surely knew would make it to the pages of J-Ball. Being the sucker that I am, I reproduce it for you here.
C: “Wow, your dad reads my blog? Weird.”
N: “Yup. He reads Magic Jewball, too.”
C: “Well, it’s a good blog.”
N: “I like her blog. Mostly ’cause she’s Jewish.”
C: “Yeah.”
N: “And she’s magic.”
Besides making me feel all warm and fuzzy, this confirmed for me that 85% of my male readership comes from the fathers, brothers, and husbands of my original readers. World Cup Lisa’s husband even links to me on his blog. Jan’s husband executed the J-Ball logo for the original Blogspot blog. And Kay’s husband left me my funniest comment ever, which was so dry it sucked the humidity right out of the New York air and still makes me snicker when I think about it, no matter how inappropriate the moment. Yes, a single gal blogger’s best friend is her best friend’s husband. And not in that dirty way you’re thinking right now.
Speaking of reader comments, I was highly encouraged to hear that a Neil Finn track was bought from iTunes due to my posting it here. So I think I’ll continue to post them when I can (meaning I own the actual song) along with the Napster link. Then, later, I’ll remove them, as they’re big spacehogs on my server. Don’t forget to buy them! Remember, I’m magic, I’ll know!
Title, of course, comes from The Beatles’ “With A Little Help From My Friends” but none of The Beatles’s songs are licensed for legal downloading, alas, so you can just hum it to yourself.
Instead, let’s have this one. Yes, the genders are reversed but it was the only on-theme song I could find.
This has nothing to do with today’s subject matter, Becca, but I wanted you to know that during the Yankee game yesterday — well, I guess Tampa Bay considered it a game, it was more like an experience in living hell for the Yankees — anyway, as I watched the game, which you know I rarely do, I kept looking at out the window at the sky, feeling quite grateful it was still daylight, and thus still the Sabbath, and sparing you the experience of having to see the bloodbath as it unfolded.
Ahem, Becca.
Sarpon, you are right, Judaism is good for so many things. And thanks for thinking of me, ya big Mets fan.
Why, Alex, do you have a husband?
YaY, Mr. Jan is famous!
I don’t think I told him that his logo has been replaced by the fancy French man’s design.
Luckily, he doesn’t have time at work* to read blogs, so he’ll never know.
* this is a concept I’ve yet to understand
It might actually be pretty much the same. I have no idea, I just work at this blog.
But yeah, you know me, I’m all work at the office.*
*Did I mention? A few people at work read my blog.
Jan, I think your husband is in the wrong job.
For the record, I directed Nigel to the J-ball today because he’s got a starring role, but he’s busy trying to take over the world right now. I will remind him after he is rendered weak and ineffective as a result of the United States attacking him and stealing all of his resources. Plus, if he doesn’t get some coal soon, it’s all over anyway.
I don’t want Mr. Kp reading the Jball. He already refers to you as the “pretty one from NYC” so I don’t need him charmed by your wit and wisdom. P.S. I love that Simpsons episode, but you probably knew that.
Now I have “Making Plans For Nigel” in my head. But that’s good! BTW, stay away from all those “Pinky and the Brain” DVD’s, would you?
KP, aw, that’s lovely. TOO BAD EVERYONE WHO THINKS THAT IS FREAKING MARRIED!
My, I was using my outdoor voice there, wasn’t I?
Tell me about it, Kay. Trade deadline is today, so he’s even more insane than ever.
I did show him the new and improved JBall at home yesterday, Becca, and he said it was lovely. Ok, he didn’t use the word ‘lovely,’ but it was something along those lines.
Hi. With no husband, I have nothing to add to this conversation, however, I wanted to say that I really love the media player and being able to listen to songs here. You’re too cool.
Jan, good, because I couldn’t imagine him saying “lovely” and then I’d have known you were lying.
Jane, why, thanks! I really like it as I’m sure a lot of people don’t feel like joining Napster. And it doesn’t appear you can swipe the song.
But are you saying Hot Guy doesn’t read my blog?
~sob~
After watching me read the new Jewball daily for the last month, DF finally said “Oh, Becca’s blog looks different.” So he does pay attention.
He doesn’t read though. I read the important stuff to him.
My husband doesn’t read the j-ball. He does regularly ask me in a voice that is somewhere between snarky and solicitous “How are are your little friends doing?” so you all may, if you like, take heart in the idea that my husband pictures all of my on line friends as “little.”
Soxy, that’s darling.
Sarpon, I am little. I live in your computer, after all.
So true. You must also be quite flat. At least the little grey people who lived in the black & white TV in our apartment in Queens had enough room to be three dimensional, and they had the transistors to keep them warm.
I also fold for laptops.