Right Straight to Blogger Hell
Every once in a while, barkyboy chides me for spending some time with my beloved blogs: baddao, mombi, markovicious, zaina, kcshow, dooce, and now jammed-on-on. Each night before I go to bed, I find it soothing to know that Blog's in his heaven and all's right with the world--or that one of my kids is suffering/recovering from a malady or struggling with a barf issue. There's always something there to set my dreams afloat.
But now barky's one of us...yesterday i sent him straight to blogger hell.
You see, the Tin Huey bulletin board was inactivated a couple of years ago when it began misbehaving in technologically unacceptable ways. While we would periodically post stuff on the news pages, there was no convenient way for fans (aka, friends and relatives) to write back in a more public way. Yes, e-mails are nice but they don't afford one the benefit of visiting and revisiting the a) scene of the crime or 2) public display of (dis)affection. A blog, while not the perfect venue, allows blabbing by the owner and corresponding blabbing by an audience; a group diary, sans padlock.
So, re-energized after receiving a faboo web-savvy tutorial from my son-in-law, kreahs, I went about the work of creating a blog for barky/tinhuey last night while he was practicing with his bandmates for their upcoming gig (4/29). When he came home, it was done and he loved it! His own private idaho!
But I can see it now--I'm sure I've created a monster: he'll be in his office tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard, now solely dedicated to his blogging; I'll be in the kitchen on the laptop, hitting "reload" to see what's on his mind. Isn't this the kind of thing that broke up that wonderful couple, Prince and Kim Basinger? Not quite the same but still, a wordless conveyance of messages, right? Naw, not to worry--one of us always has something to say out loud! Don't *you* find the sounds of our voices quite charming??
Thus, here it is--tinhuey.com/blog.htm. While you're there, poke around the site...you may see some faces you recognize.
posted by the dollimama @ 12:21 PM
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Ok, first, I'm not planning on making the Official Tin Huey Bulletin Bored Blog my own private 'Dear Diary.' For one thing, it'll make managing the hundreds of thousands of visits from fans and such, over the next month alone, completely unmanagable.
Second, I have so little to say... at least anything that deserves to be memorialized in this fashion, why would I?
Besides, now that my sweet slimjim has her own blog, I can just Rattle and Hum on her time, whether it's worthwhile or not, alienating everyone and inviting disaster in my domestic life.
So hopefully I have corrected any bated breath expectations of my soul opening up before you at the Hueys Bored Board, unless properly baited, of course, and now offer up a couple of other notes.
First, this has been a great Sunday. Sometime in the early hours of today, while watching every Extra Feature available on the "Hustle and Flow" dvd, a really decent and smart film (especially for MTV Productions) with GREAT performances from at least two actors, thus most definitely worth watching and listening to- time altered on our own personal atomic clock , courtesy of Adelphia Cable, and the lights finally went off in our room at 4AM.
At about 6:30A I awoke to discover that once again, pulling the covers up to my face allowed the sweet smelling 3" coating of dog fur to send me into a resperatory panic. Let me here acknowledge that we have now crossed into the world of elderly folks who worry their kids sick, based almost exclusively on sacrificing hygiene for the love of something warm without thumbs, batteries, or a smart assed mouth.They don't sleep with us,mind you, but we HAVE decided to spend every waking (and napping, to be fair) hour of our lives at home now in bed with the dogs on it.
I responded to this choking by fetching a glass to prepare the Passover Airborn with the unleavened Chloraseptic Chaser.
As I padded pathetically into the kitchen to collect said glass, I couldn't help but notice what was a very early start for the Robin (a mid season replacement, it appears, for the Cardinal that preceded him), a male, with, according to my crack team of Susan Aylward, Audobon Librarian,a mating season 500 times normal amount of testosterone seething through his crazy assed birdbrained system, choosing to, in lieu of the pleasures of procreation itself... the point of all this joyous chemistry of nature (hence cementing the "bird brain" bigotry thing), attacking what appeared to be his mating nemesis in the guise of my dining room window.
Tap-thud...Tap-thud...Tap-thud...
Tap-thud...
This just ended 5 minutes before I started this entry. So, appearing that he would change his perch to accomodate the moving sun and it's attendant reflections in order to continue attacking his alternate universe self for a full 12 hours non stop, my conclusion can only be that if you have a choice, it's better to be captured and tortured by Cardinals than those crazed, insane Robins, clearly the more capable of our lovely northern Ohio bird species to carry out a proper Jihad.
When I'm done I'll go out and see if his punch drunk hulk is rolling around under the window... but I think not.
Having just interrupted this to let Eddie and Debbie in from the wilds, apparently out digging coal from the abandoned mine on our property, evident by the contents of Edweirdo's mouth discovered by D-Mom upon re-entry, I've completely lost whatever else it was I might have had to say. Inertia is a bitch...
So I'll leave my virgin blog entry as one written by a man who is clearly on the downhill side of... probably everything, and leave it with the movie recommendation, the cute Robin story, emblematic of my blatant invasion of the space my poor meek wife has carved out in a now somewhat sullied attempt to spread her wings, and go see if I can generate some sort of poop (or at least massive butt gas) story for later- seeya -----
aw shit! If I want to post, I have to do some stuff, and I did, and now I have my own blog!!!Wait! Now I see I didn't have to do that! It was my ego not wanting to post as 'anonymous' that cursed me. Arghhhhh!
I think you should just make harvey a member of your blog so you guys can both post. Like a dual diary.
h. harvey committed the 1st sin of blogging: Thou shalt not post a comment/blog on someone else's blog.
either that or in your dotage you forgot what page you were cutting/pasting on.
bad harvey
xoxoxo
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