You Didn’t Have to be So Nice, and a Blogger’s Fantasy

I’m lea­ving early tomo­rrow mor­ning. I have to work for an hour or two this after­noon, and I’ve no inten­tion of dri­ving in the pou­ring rain this evening.

I’m going to help a friend cele­brate his twenty-first birth­day. There are cer­tain friends that we have for life and without a doubt he is in that cate­gory. I am lucky to have him as a friend, hence the trek in poten­tial mon­soon like conditions-all to be a desig­na­ted dri­ver. (Just kidding)

Don’t know for sure when I’ll be back. I’m taking the lap­top but I’m not sure how much use it will be. I only have two days off. I wor­ked the wee­kend in order to be able to gro­vel for this and not look like a spoi­led child who has wor­ked a few weeks and now is saying ” I don’t want to be a grown up any­more”. I will actually be doing work for one job while at the beach so go figure.

Notes: I think I’ve writ­ten enough incon­se­quen­tial non­sense over the paste few days to keep you enter­tai­ned, but some things I’ve read I want to note.

The Poe­tic musings of tran, yet again, hit me and make me inc­re­dibly jea­lous so go read the spec­ta­cu­lar post at the place I call word cum hea­ven but which she calls Northern Way.

truth be told, some­ti­mes I feel a weird unseen pres­sure of the blogsphere – and I don’t think I can mea­sure up. It sounds ridi­cu­lous to com­mit such things to words – but I actually feel that way from time to time regar­ding this here little blog. In fact, some­ti­mes I fan­ta­size about pushing the delete button.…..

belle

Oh, that song I was trying to remem­ber after that “ I would have loved you any­way” track­back from Pia………… Lovin Spoon­ful You Didn’t Have to be so Nice

I pos­ted something at Taking Place which you might want to read, or not. Not par­ti­cu­larly subs­tan­tial just get­ting my feet wet. Should We care about this . As is often the case Indie is my conscience.

I’m out.

Will read you all in bits and pie­ces this eve­ning. Will someone take care of Wom­bat while I’m gone? He is ill.

Oh………………

Do you ever won­der — sec­retly —  when blog­gers disap­pear if they are really in jail, have died, pos­sibly been mur­de­red their body not dis­co­ve­red yet, or maybe if they are in the wit­ness pro­tec­tion pro­gram  — and it fai­led just like everything the govern­ment does is apt to do?

Have you ever heard of the blog­ger pro­tec­tion pro­gram???????????
No??

See you in a cou­ple of days.

I hope.

You didn’t have to be so nice

I would have liked you anyway 

If you had just loo­ked one or twice

And gone about your quiet way 

 John Sebastion/Steve Boone circa 1965

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12 Comments

  • Sounds like someone is ente­ring into the blog­ger pro­tec­tion program.

    Enjoy the days off and the rain. :)

  • Old blog­gers don’t disap­pear, silly. They merely write them­sel­ves away.

    I sin­ce­rely hope that when I die it’s not in the midst of wri­ting a post. I’d hate to be wri­ting something like,

    “and so, when it really came down to it.… AAAAARGHHH…”

  • Enjo­yed your post, enjoy your birth­day party.

    What about all the blog­gers who disap­pea­red but have been repla­ced with an impos­ter to cover up the incident?

    And what a sweet thing to say, that I’m your cons­cience. Is that like the little guy with angel wings who pops onto your shoul­der and tells you what you should and shouldn’t do?

  • Nice.
    I’ll check it all our while your gone.

    Blog­ger pro­tec­tion pro­gram? Sure I’ve heard of it — a lot of the blog­gers out there should be in it but for my pro­tec­tion not theirs.

    ;)

  • Have a good, wet, well deser­ved cou­ple of days off.

  • “and so, when it really came down to it…. AAAAARGHHH…”
    “AAAAARGHHH?“
    “He must have died while he was wri­ting it“
    “Why would he type AAAAAARGHHH, why didn’t he just say it
    “Well that’s what’ writ­ten on the blog“
    “Perhaps he was dic­ta­ting“
    “Oh shut up”

    Actually, I’ve been in a situa­tion where a blog­ger was gone for a while who was in pri­son. So yeah I tend to get those sorts of ideas.

    were you worr­ying about me dar­ling? ^_^

    Enjoy your vaca­tion, Coo­per. To say that you deserve it is a gross understatement

  • slightly jea­lous i am

  • Have a great cou­ple of days. That Bell is a smart one.

  • Enjoy,do come back.Blogger protection??

    I can see it.

  • Hmmm… I don’t think I should com­ment on my last blog­ging hia­tus, as it may call for some spe­cu­la­tion. Sorry about the rain.… please drive safely :)

  • dan: it was nice and it didn’t rain. It evi­dently rai­ned like catsa nd dogs here though from what I hear.

    MoJo:write them­sel­ves away is a lovely way to put it. I still wan­ted you all to look for me if I didn’t return.

    indie: You haven’t been repla­ced have you?
    ha, I have a few who act as my blog cons­cience. I have you lis­ted as the having wings. But yea.

    jacob: this is true.

    weirsdo: Not wet , thank goodness.

    wom­bat: I was worried. It wasn’t exactly a vaca­tion more a res­pite.
    john: you should be it was fun, too bad work inter­fe­red for you.
    Dawg” Thanks I did and yes he is.

    joe: yeah they didn’t want me so I came back.

    Leigh: well do tell girl.

  • Of course we’d search for you. We’d put your pic­ture on those Without A Trace adver­ti­se­ments for mis­sing persons.