I feel sorry for people who don’t have any good websites to go to, and have to actually schlep out to parties, dodging drunk drivers on the way home. How horrible.
Maybe I’ll head over to Dean’s World to see if there’s any action. Or possibly Protein Wisdom. Maybe I’ll drop by Gail’s online salon, Scribal Terror, the ultimate hangout for insomniacs with too much brainpower to possibly be used for any practical purpose. (Unless, of course, I’m projecting; it wouldn’t be the first time.)
Ah, blogging households: I alway picture the Esmays in as having at least one computer per person. I figure Dean and the Queen probably blog simultaneously—something that Attila the Hub and I have only failed to do because we keep such different hours. So when he gets up in the morning, he reads what I wrote the previous night. And at the end of the day, as I wind down, I cruise over to see what was on his mind when he took breaks from the slugging along that his work requires most days.
Not that we don’t also talk to each other. We do that as well. Though we’re not above sending each other little reminders and notes via e-mail. I’m secretly afraid that we’re the only couple that does this from within the same dwelling. If we are, please don’t tell me.
At least I’m not, you know, posting my side of each argument we have, and inviting my readers to pick sides. Why don’t I do this?—well, for one thing, it would be unethical. For another, a have a lot of male readers, and I’m not positive they won’t be able to see through my bullshit be blinded by their gender’s team spirit, and unable to see just how right I am. Always. Right.
Are you reading this, Honey? They agree with me. I’m right, and you’re wrong. Not that there’s anything wrong with being wrong. It only makes you . . . wrong.
[No, I haven’t even gotten halfway through this gin and tonic. More like a few sips. I’m afraid that this is all me. Proceed with caution.]
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You’re not projecting, Joy. You fit right in at Scribal Terror. Hope you have a happy, healthy, prosperous New Year. Love you!
we’ve been known to not only send emails from within the same house, but to use IMs instead of actually bothering to talk to each other.
For some reason I’ve resisted the temptation to try IM’ing. Mostly because e-mail is fast enough for me. Also, if it’s anything like the equivalent back in the arpanet/unix-only days, it would show off my lousy typing to maximum “advantage.”
E-mail is generally fast enough for me.
Actually, I might end up using IM from my cell phone. Eventually.
Funny, my wife and I just sent about ten msn messages to each other. She’s in the living room. I’m in the bedroom. It’s only about thirty feet away. It’s mostly because the kids are just getting to sleep and we don’t want to make to much noise.
Her blog is ericah.blog.com
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