Dear Anonymous Blog Poster:
Dear Anonymous Blog Poster: I can't very well call you anonymous because I know who you are, and I want to encourage this blogging thing for both you and LL. If you continue to be anonymous, it makes it easier for you, so I will name you.
I hereby name you Duck Dodgers because 1) Tom Jones sings the theme song, 2) there are robots in the show, 3) there are lasers in the show, and 4) any show that contains a line like "But Dodgers mashed that desparado, like a soggy avacado, Chewed him up like corn tortilla snacks" can't be that bad.
Anyway, Dodgers, You have an entire Discourse on Batman's Vow? I am listing that as
Reason #1: LL and Dodgers need to get a blog.
Reason #2: See these comments. Still smiling. You two are great together.
Reason #3: The story of how you met on your engagement site. It is adorable.
Reason #4: Tom Jones is waiting for you to share your world with him.
Reason #5: Robots could be involved, you could have robot avatars
Reason #6: The avatars could be shooting lasers.
Reason #7: It's hard to refer to people without blogs and still keep their secret identities. Example To make my blogging easier, you both need a blog.
Reason #8: I would like to see a Filmbiography for both of you. (Beginning with a Doris Day Blog) See similar concepts (Alphabiography) and (Autobiodiscography)
Reason #9: You just need to do it; everyone is doing it.
Reason #10: It's cool to blog.
I will consider arguments, but I will refute them.
24 comments:
Wow.
Well, I have seen "Duck Dodgers" and it's great. However, I still don't know what avatars are.
I'll have to access my database of all knowledge that is important (aka "Anonymous", since he tells me I'm not supposed to think for myself anymore anyways) and get back to you, my dear.
Dodgers will probably have a better explaination, going into the history of an avatar as an embodiment of a quality or a temporary manifestation of a hindu diety or entity. But simply put, avatars are the faces we use on the internet to maintain anonymity and to create a personna. Mine is the icon of the woman sitting at a desk with a laptop burning candles, totally relaxed. She doesn't look like me, (it sure would be nice to have a figure like that) but it gives a good sense of what I want to portray on the site.
Dear Absent-Minded,
I agree with you that LL should blog. LL has so much to offer the world.
I, sadly, cannot blog, for three BIG reasons:
1) I make money on the side as a professional journalist and reviewer for a print magazine... if some people could get my writing for free, I wouldn't be able to make other people pay for it.
2) I'm extremely lazy when it comes to deadlines. I'm hardly ever on time for my paid deadlines for the magazine, so I can't imagine how irresponsible I'd be if no one was even paying.
3) When I go into production I basically drop off the planet for months at a time.
However, that should never stop LL from becoming a blogger. Here are more reasons she should Blog:
1) Her opinions are awesome, and should be shared with others.
2) So many people love her and care for her, and would love to hear from her.
3) I’d support her totally, and leave comments all the time.
Let’s keep up this campaign to get LL to blog!
Boo. How did this turn on me so quickly?
Anonymous: When you get back into my time zone, I'm going to pout at you for at least 2-3 seconds.
AMS: Next time we talk, expect a long sigh from my end of the line. (You'll have to interpret whether it is a sigh of frustration or acquiescence. I just don't know yet.)
Dodgers: This is not over yet. Oh, no. I will be back to further petition my cause. And one day, I will win you over to my side. *Evil chuckling*
LL: It didn't turn on you, it was always for you and Dodgers. I would encourage you to pout longer, but since you are still newlyweds, I won't. And I want the sigh on my voicemail. I haven't heard one of those sighs on my voicemail, probably since you met Dodgers, and didn't have to deal with boy-frustrations any more.
Have you met Dodgers? It is quite possible my boy frustrations are just beginning.
From Dogers, RE: LL's last post: "Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Ll needs a blog to report on the craziness that it must be to associate so closely with Dodgers. I'd love to hear your embarasing stories. Then Dodgers wil be forced to create a blog to refute all the allegations.
And the title of your blog, ll? "My pseudonym is not pronounced in Spanish."
"B"? You just assume my stories would be embarassing?
We must know eachother.
I like your idea, though. However, the sabotage of all Dodgers' work plans for the near future may be necessary so he will have the time to refute all the allegations I would throw out at him.
ll: Just don't drag me into it. I could make up, i mean relate some embarasing stories about yourself. But right now, I feel like getting some Nestle's Quick. Mmmmm.
Is this LL's brother? Did I guess right? Did I? Did I?
If not, I must have some clues as to who the mysterious B is!
ams: I was thinking earlier that as long as I'm posting on your site, I should really introduce myself. Ll is, for all intents and purposes, my twin. I don't know if you and I have met, but I'm inclined to think well of you, as ll has a knack for selecting excellent friends. Love your site, I've already added it to my 'check daily bookmarks list.' I enjoy cracking my knuckles and long walks on the beach, though doing the former usually means doing the latter alone. :(
How funny, because I keep on telling LL that she and I are the same person, (though she has been known to resist this idea) and I crack my knuckles, and love the beach. So, is this the random card exchanger?
Random greeting card tag is seriously by far the best game I've ever invented. For the benefit of other readers, random grteeting card tag involves purchasing the strangest greeting card you can find and sending it to a one. That person is then supposed to respond in kind. Extra points for religious cards, cards in other languages, or cards that will creep the other person out. The best one I've sent to ll would be the one congradulating her on her conversion to judaism. Her best to me was a secretary's day card in spanish. Maybe that last one would have been more apropos for you, ams?
Woo Hoo! I figured out who you are... all by myself! I wasn't a Trixie Belden fan for nothing!
Yes, a secretary's day card would have been nice, considering that last year my boss forgot!
I have never heard of this Trixie character before, but she's WAY hotter than that Nancy Drew. Are they comperable? Does Trixie eat as much? Not that I frown upon Nancy's lack of anorexia. It's just that 33% of her books are dedicated to describing in minute detail what she ingests. (for the record, her stories also contain 33% minute description of her and her friend's fashion, 33% actual story, and the obligitory mention of a black sedan counts for the other 1%)
Trixie has three brothers, which made me identify with her right off. (And so should LL.) ;) And she is a little more "plump" than her friends, because she likes hamburgers at Wimpy's, of which her "almost twin" brother, Mart, continually teases her.
Trixie books were written in a period where it was believed that children's literature should be educational. So, in the very first book, her little brother, Bobby, gets bitten by a snake while she is babysitting, and she has to cut his leg and suck the blood out. Throughout the series, Mart, uses "big" words to try confuse her. But, they explain them (though not as entertainingly as Lemony Snicket) so the reader learns new vocabulary words.
Trixie Belden prefers "dungarees" to skirts, and is a classic tomboy, unlike Nancy who solves every mystery in a pencil skirt an heels. But, there is some time devoted to fashion, because the books were written in the 1940's for girls.
Trixie is only 13-14 in the books, so she doesn't drive, but her older brother Brian, "who really is a brain" drives a jalopy, that he regularly has to fix with a borrowed hairpin.
I used to know a Brian who was a brain... until he accidentally lobotomized himself with the pencil he was always sticking behind his ear. Oh Brian! Why wouldn't you ever listen?
Brothers never listen. My brothers always say "You've been right so many times, statistically, you have to be wrong one of these times.
You really shouldn't have shared that. I have a feeling I'm going to be hearing that a lot now. It's the perfect mixture of pseudo-scientific and wise-guy-ey-ness that brothers are so inexorably attracted to.
Don't worry, I think that it's only us reading this comment line now. Since we've reached 20 comments, and it's a long scroll-through and it's not controversal subject matter that lots of people want to comment on. Yeah, we're pretty ego-centric, but it's my blog, so it's okay.
Yes. It's completely justified. As I always say, it's not pride if it's true.
So, since we're the only ones reading this now, perhaps this is a good time to comment on how quickly you are responding to comments today. May one induce from this that mr bossman is away at a conference or climbing a mountain this week?
ams: Please tell her she's wrong! please???
ll: Boss is here, I just am stuck at my desk editing a slide show of (and I am not exaggerating here) over 1,000 photos. So, I am checking my email quite frequently for brain-breaks. The photos won't stay rotated in the appropriate viewing direction.
Also, Edgy and I stumbled upon the discovery that I am more likely to read blog messages than check my voicemail, (sad, but true) so, I might be checking a little more often today to make sure that he isn't sending me notice about tonight's Walk the Line viewing, to tease me a bit.
b: Sorry, I think that I should stay out of that argument...
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