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| 04.20.06 (8:46 am) [edit] |
Keep 'em guessing.
Some things never change. People still ask for comments on the chat board. But.. is it me or do the jovial and often tasteless conversations not take place much anymore? A year ago, it was jumping throughout the day and people were hard pressed to keep up. Now, it looks a bit like a ghost town. But perhaps it is I who am the ghost. I wonder.. is the old guard not being replaced as used to be the case? Where is that group of bloggers who continually meet up and clown around for all of tBlog to see.. I'm sure the cycle continues, but with some notable changes, it seems. I wonder, if by doing away with pro status, that is, paid accounts, is there now no longer a distinction between what I'd term serious bloggers (people who can articulate themselves) and well, the rest of the angst ridden world? Curious thing, that.
I still wander over to the reads worth remembering. I visit the now silent pages of people long gone, one or two regretfully, some not so regretfully. Juniperflux (Flex!), TheJongleur and Andaloo continue to hold a place in my heart. Oh, the irony that TheJongleur is the only one of the three who continues to update. I never saw that coming. As for me, I write in my own space, and I don't mean 'my space.' As if that place is somehow better than this one. I'm in some little borrowed corner of nothingness, tucked away from prying eyes, for the most part anyway. It's better that way, for someone like myself, who is gregarious by nature and easily sucked into the social aspect of blogging. I no longer feel scattered. I'm writing more and more for myself and it shows. Nor am I picking fights online with pompous or ignorant people, the mentally sick and wounded, the desperately abandoned, and hopelessly self-unaware, etc. This place will continue to be ripe with them, along with every spam blog known to man. It could be a full time job, trodding through the less desirable.. sans pay, of course. I admit, it's still fun when people get their noses bent out of shape upon recognition.
I recently got back from a short jaunt through Ontario, Canada. Lovely place, if the city would leave the falls alone and let them be beautiful without interference. I met the future in-laws and extended family. Such unassuming people. It was enjoyable to be around them. I'm looking forward to a return trip.
My sister has continued her guilty silence since November. How proud she is, and how trapped, in her inability to apologize. And how quick she'd be to snap up the cause if she knew my thoughts were leading in this direction. But it's difficult to argue that I tried to move forward grudge-free. And she has ignored it. So be it.
As usual, life continues to hand out good and bad without preference or prejudice.
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