Trust me when I say you know the pathway to my heart
Recently, one of my oldest Internet friends, Dan (Dan’s a busy guy and probably isn’t reading this, but hello!) and I reconnected through a good friend of mine’s Twitter follow list. (I love the web!) Wait, that shouldn’t appear parenthetically – I love the web! We were catching up 140 characters at a time when he asked me if I still write fiction, which was a huge part of my life until the late 90’s, but sadly, I don’t. I just don’t feel it anymore. I sometimes wonder if it’s the blog that drained my well and so I said something like that, something like, “well, now I have the blog, so…” I’m not sure if that’s really true, but the other reasons take more than 140 characters, plus there’s the fact that I’m still not completely sure what they are. But I did say something that I am sure of, which is that I really love one of the aspects of this blog that my fiction never had: it gets read by people other than 2-3 of my closest friends. Well, one is still a friend, the second and I have drifted apart as lives change, and the last is a sort of ex and that friendship actually ended over the stories, I kid you not. You can’t make this stuff up! Well, at least I can’t anymore.
Anyway, I’m still convinced only my friends read this blog, or people I know from Internet forums and whatnot. Maybe some random Googlers who need to know famous sports figures’ religious statuses. Stati. Whatever. And I have always been afraid to ask lurkers to comment because I’m pretty sure there aren’t any. I was prepared to comment on my own lurker post so as to not look too pathetic. “Hi, I’m Kate from Lynchburg! Longtime reader!” That sounds authentic, right? Anyway, I NO LONGER HAVE TO DO THAT!!!! Someone I don’t know likes this blog! I’m WINNING.
By the way, I meant that in the Santana sense, not that other guy. Come on now.
In conclusion, to answer this post, I have an illustration.
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Thanks for the award and keep on being supa!*
*I will not be passing along the Blog With Substance Award, alas. I am really bad at chain letters, too.
PS, if you are a reader of this blog and we’ve never spoken and you feel like delurking, feel free. If not, that Kate in Lynchburg is pretty awesome.
PPS, if you are one of those people who keep writing to advertise on this blog or to sponsor a post or to trade links, pay no attention to this post! NO ONE READS THIS BLOG, YOU HEAR ME?
PPPS, last one I swear. That girl Janice in the band Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem was always my favorite muppet. Or else Beaker, Dr. Bunsen Honeydew’s hapless assistant.
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No, I lied, this is the last thing: thanks for reading, everyone. Especially because this has so many fewer love scenes than my fiction did.
Title a slight mangling of a lyric from (yes, I am aware that it is a remake):
R.E.M. – Superman
Kate from Lynchburg is my college BFF’s ex-boyfriend’s sister’s old roommate’s cousin I met at a party once. We friended each other on FB, and I told her to read this blog, so YOUR WELCOME.
P.S. Janice was my favorite, too.
Beaker, FTW.
Dear Becca
Having been longtime fans, your recent post inspired Michelle and I to finally come out of the closet and tell you what a big fan of MJB we are. We NEVER miss a post, and once the girls are older, we will certainly introduce them.
We really enjoyed your recent trip to Calgary, Canada. Our family has only been to Ottawa, for the beaver tails, but following your account about the brilliant and wonderful people of Calgary, well, Michelle and me and the girls, we just have to go.
Keep up the good work.
B
I love Barack and Michelle. And your blog, of course.
You people are not lurkers! But I love you and appreciate it, anyway. Especially weighing in on important issues of the day, such as fave muppet. I do like to keep the site topical.
PS, I wonder how the Obamas spell “neighborhood…..”
Haven’t Al and Derek posted here? I’m sure I’ve seen something from them in regard to you.
And by the way, Jason Kipnis of the Indians is wearing a crucifix, taking his mom’s side’s religion. He’s off the Jews in Baseball list now.
You have made my lurky day! Although, honestly, I wouldn’t mind being confused with Fozzie. He’s quite the handsome bear.
The de-lurking mention just made me realize I hadn’t said, “Hi!” recently. So, um, Hi!
Elena, I have a feeling they bear some similarity to Mr. & Mrs. Obama in this matter. But my Googlers, I know, will thank you for the other information.
Yen, he is, it’s true. It may be the snazzy hat, I think.
Hi, Ima, hi!
I’m a semi-lurker, because I’ve commented before, but not lately, so I’m commenting now. Hi! Oh, and my favorite Muppet changes periodically. Lately, it’s Animal.
Lurker here..My nick-name was “muppet” in college. My friends claimed my driving style reminded them of a muppet on the loose. I always liked the imagery.
Hi, Solace! And hi, Martha! Thank you both for delurking to share these important muppet thoughts.
I had Beaker as my nickname on my volleyball sweatshirt. I knew we were soul mates. Ok. maybe just an appreciation of muppety-goodnes. And now that I’m jaded and old, I really identify more with Statler and Waldorf.
I’m so old, my favorite Muppet was Rowlf, on the Jimmy Dean Show. I was too old for Sesame Street.
Bot, I almost forgot about them. They were awesome.
Elena, as long as it wasn’t Howdy Doody…
My uncle’s boss’s sister’s podiatrist’s roommate failed to pass on the Blog with Substance Award, and she got kicked in the shin by a yoga instructor. And she lost her car keys.
So, be warned.
I couldn’t stand Howdy Doody. He was creepy. Though not as creepy as Soupy Sales’ puppets.
I am really and truly a lurker on your blog, I’ve checked in from time to time for years now. (Wow, years! But it’s true.)
I enjoy the 80s music posts and the Jew & A posts the most.
Hi, Pep, and thanks! I’m always glad others dig the 80’s posts, especially, because I know lots of people aren’t into them.