March 2006


I’ve really enjoyed being part of the blogging community this last week. I’ve had some great discussions with other bloggers and I’ve had something interesting to think about.

I re-read my last two entries late today and I have to tell you: I was on medication when they were written. Horrible, idiot typos leapt out of the monitor and spit in my eyes. Gak!

Tara asked how I put my archives in a drop-down menu. The answer is simple if you’re a blogspot blogger. Once you’re logged into Blogger, use this link. I found it in Blogger Help under Blogger Hacks.

In other news, my brother now knows where I am on the Ninnernet. We were chatting today via Gmail chat (WHICH IS MY NEW BOYFRIEND) and I came clean. I also told him he’s totally Google-able. Maybe not for YOU because we’re all mysterious and anonymous up in here, but since I know a thing or two about him, BUSTED. Most of you know he is stationed in Iraq right now. Where you can’t have a beer and you can’t visit any site that even thinks about including the word “blog” or looks like “myspace”. We think we found a way to get him access to my posts via Google’s feed reader. He can’t see comments, though, which is a bummer. I love your comments more than my content. So, anyway. Hi, Bud. Welcome to the highly censored inside of my head.

Edited to add:
Tara really asked for a way to collapse her blogroll. I did a little digging and here are some links that may be useful. If someone reading this knows how to make your blogroll sit in a nice little drop-down box just like my Archives menu, please share.

Flooble

Here’s another

One more

Dynamic Drive

The upside of maintaining a blogroll:

1. If we explore the blogrolls of people we enjoy reading, we are introduced to new people we might enjoy reading.

2. It can lead to reciprocal links which are very nice.

3. Linking to your favorite reads right on your own blog is handier than searching through bookmarks.

4. Recommending someone we like to other people is a compliment to the person we’re recommending. Which is nice.

5. Who we link to may give our readers a better sense of who we are and what we enjoy.

The downside:

1. High school popularity contest similarities.

2. Being de-linked sucks.

3. Having to de-link someone also generally sucks.

4. Sometimes, people we link to start saying stuff we aren’t comfortable with and if they’d written that before, we wouldn’t have linked to them in the first place, maybe?

5. Really long, all-inclusive blogrolls that eat away at our souls because oh my GOD, who has that much freaking TIME?

Right now, I’m cool with sharing my Bloglines feed list. It’s more accurate than my blogroll was and it is not cluttering my sidebar and causing anyone tendonitis to scroll through. Will I put my blogroll back up there someday? Maybe and probably. But I will have to come a place where I feel truly comfortable adding and deleting links without worrying if you’re going to make me cry by not reciprocating or if I’m going to make you cry because I got rid of you.

Which is really, really tough.

The only thing I have to say about this right now is:
If you are going to maintain a list of favorite blogs, I think the best way is to use Blogrolling. I’m in favor of organization and efficiency and sometimes our beloved Technorati is slow and clunky.

Thank you all very much for taking time to read and add to this discussion. Mucho love, babies. Mucho love. I KISS YOU ALL!

T.V.-Free Tuesday backfired on me! My husband programmed the VCR to record American Idol and then we left the house to drink beer and watch the kids spend over $10 in quarters on video games and when we came home IT HADN’T RECORDED!

Gah! So I missed it. And that makes me want to say reeeeeeeally bad words. Eff words!

What’s really weird is that someone already emailed me to say that missing Chris’s performance would make me want to poke my eyes out. How did she know I missed it? Huh? I think she put a voodoo hex on the VCR. I’m pretty sure she’s THE DEVIL.

Also, you’re going to say something about DVR or TiVo and I’m just want to tell you to STOP. Please. Don’t go there. I can’t buy fancy gadgets to record the television I’m trying to limit. Because that’s like buying really expensive and awesome liquor when you’re trying not to drink. Right? Right.

EFF!

The blogroll is a tricky creature. For me, it started as a way to organize all the great blogs I wanted to keep reading but didn’t want to bury in my cluttered bookmarks folder. It also began as a way to connect myself to people who’d established their blogs. In the beginning, the blogroll was my attempt at gaining some footing and I won’t deny I was hoping for a reciprocal link, and reciprocated a link to my blog more than once. When I figured out what the heck RSS was for, my blogroll served as a recommendation to my readers where they might go next if they were looking for more reading material. But recently, the blogroll has turned into something of a beast. Mile-long blogrolls are frowned upon by many. I think most of us have seen blogrolls so long we wonder how anyone can truly read all of them. I’ve often thought, “Surely they don’t read that entire list? Why don’t they trim it back a little?” Which is a rather stupid question, isn’t it? I know why.

Not long after I’d started this little blogging venture, I de-linked someone. I didn’t think she was icky or smelly or boring or talentless. It wasn’t that I didn’t like her. I simply wasn’t reading her. Whatever sparked my interest and caused me to add her to my list wasn’t there for me anymore. Or maybe I was digging some new finds and didn’t have time to keep up with everybody and hers was the blog that I couldn’t keep up with. I don’t know for sure. But I do know she wasn’t very pleased with me and returned the favor by removing me from her blogroll. She also wrote about it, which was understandable. Removing her link and her subsequent post cost me some traffic and probably a few readers, as well.

I would like to have a blogroll that changes with me. A list that isn’t static. A fair representation of what I’m really reading right now and who I’m enjoying getting to know. But to do that, I’d have to delete links sometimes and I know that no matter how much I say it’s not personal, hard feelings are unavoidable. I’ve been de-linked and I know it’s a bummer. Especially when that person is a pretty popular blogger who runs with the big kids now and WHAT DID I SAY!? Did I fart or something?

I’ve also seen some discussion regarding how we should use our blogrolls to promote each other. Especially for the lesser-known bloggers. For example, some think I shouldn’t link to Dooce because DUH, everybody knows Dooce AND Dooce doesn’t link to me. Or anybody else, really. Instead I should be linking to those people I read who have only a handful of readers. The little guys should stick together and help each other up and share traffic and inspiration. But I really DO read Dooce and I don’t mind that she doesn’t have a blogroll. So then what? Don’t link to Heather because she’s popular? Is that appropriate? And where does one draw the line? “Pardon me. I was considering adding you to my blogroll, but I suspect you are quite popular in the blogosphere. How many unique hits do you get a day and are you willing to link to me?” How would you determine such a thing without asking or doing some homework? Why would you want to?

For now, I’ve decided to open up my previously private Bloglines list for public viewing. Other than the two or three feeds I’ve marked private (a friend from another lifetime and a family member who doesn’t know I’m spying!), this is what I’m really reading. You’ll see it’s longer than my blogroll. You’ll also see there are categories. Those listed under “Daily” are those I usually read within a day or two of Bloglines picking up a new post. Those under “Bookmarks” are those I might read today, or I might save them for Saturday morning when I make a pot of coffee and catch up with everyone. Or I might just read their summary (complete entries are appreciated!) and not click through for the rest. It’s not about liking you more or less. It’s not about thinking someone is better than someone else. It’s how I organize things so I can enjoy my hobby of blog writing and reading in my own way.

Other people talked about this previously and I didn’t work them in the way I originally intended to. Life got in the way of sitting down and organizing all of this. For more on this topic, please refer to the links below. Also, I’d love to hear what you think. Why do you have a blogroll? Do you hesitate to remove links from your list even though you don’t really want to point to them anymore? Should “popular” bloggers maintain blogrolls? Should we only link to newbies and lesser knowns? How should we handle deleting links? Should we take each other out for dinner and say, “It’s not you, it’s me. We can still be friends. I just don’t know if we need to advertise it anymore.”? Am I asking for a giant ass-kicking from the Internet because I’m a nobody and I deleted my blogroll?

Could I use the various forms of the word “blog” more in one post? YES! BLOG BLOG BLOG! There you go. Blog. Ribbit. Blog.

Tish G.

Halley Suitt

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Dylan from Dallas at
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Looking at my answers for the Meme of Threes the other day was revealing. It became clear to me that I needed some rest and some time to do things I enjoy. So I did a few things yesterday that I’ve been wanting to do. Not all of them had the results I’d hoped for, but I have a sense of humor.

I’m re-reading Jitterbug Perfume because I wanted a fun read and it’s been years since I’d read it. Also, the cover is red and it caught my attention when I was looking at my bookshelf. I’m not always a complicated person. I am drawn by shiny and/or colorful things. Anyway, I laid down with the book yesterday afternoon and convinced The Toddler to climb into bed next to me. We napped and at first, it was quite nice. Then I had a nightmare which is currently being interpreted by a good friend who will probably be entering some kind of witness protection program when she sees what kind of whackadoodle I really am. (Nice knowin’ ya, sweetie!) The nightmare was interrupted by my daughter and her friend from across the street. WHO WAS STANDING IN MY BEDROOM DOORWAY. Note to all boundary-pushing six year-olds in my ‘hood: this ain’t the way to get on my good side. Especially when your coming into my room causes The Toddler to wake up and begin begging for a Coke.

Which is another discussion in itself.

Then my husband came home and urged me to go play cards with friends. I finally said yes, but only if we could go to dinner first. So we did. I had two bucket-sized Long Island Iced Teas with dinner. No. That’s not right. I had one and a half drinks while we were waiting for dinner because it took FOREVER. A lot of alcohol before eating meant the world tilted to one side when we stood up to leave and I sat on a stranger’s knee on my way out of the restaurant. And he wasn’t even cute. Sigh.

Cards went well. I didn’t win, but stuck around long enough to not be humiliated. I hadn’t played in months and I’ve never played whilst intoxicated, so it worked out. Arriving loopy helped ease the discomfort of being the oldest woman there by about 10 years. Gah! They’re all so young and small. And better able to hold their liquor.

I have been tagged by the wonderfully Canadian Mike. I am too tired today to be rebellious, so I am playing along.
 
3 things you wish for (just for you)
-patience
-a long, long nap
-time to read lots and lots of books - without falling asleep

3 things you would do to/for yourself if there was no one to judge you (or if you had the guts to do it!)

-get a tattoo
-always speak my mind
-allow myself to look like I don’t know what I’m doing when I don’t know what I’m doing

3 bad habits you have
-shoveling food into my face

-not getting enough sleep
-thinking I’m less intelligent than I really am

3 insecurities you feel

-my weight
-how I rate as a mother
-my inability to make positive changes

3 talents/skills you wish you had

-speed reading
-knitting
-the ability to play piano

3 things that you would do if you had more time

-return to college
-read, read and read
-chill out at home

3 things that bring you peace/relaxation

-fixing a cup of tea
-visiting the library
-long baths in the dark

3 things that spark your creativity

-music and pop culture
-time to relax and meditate
-conversations with friends
 
This was a difficult meme to complete. I had to skip some questions and come back because I was drawing blanks. Some of these things are so related, it was difficult to put different items under each heading. Looking at it completed I see I need time to relax and enjoy. I need to carve time out for myself. I’m going to try to do that this weekend.

EDIT: I didn’t tag anyone! I don’t usually tag people because…well, I don’t know why. But if you’d like to play along, consider yourself tagged. Please let me know you did this meme so I can come see your answers.

Today is T.V.-Free Tuesday. And guess what we did tonight? We watched television! I stayed home from work sick today, dealing with a little fever in the morning and general weakness the rest of the day. We received 20 inches of snow in the last few days and the kids have been home from school driving me crazy. So I caved. I said, “We’re taking this week off. Watch T.V.” Next week, the television will be off again because I enjoy the mood in the house on Tuesdays when we leave the T.V. off. It’s more relaxed and we all speak quieter. It’s nice.

Tonight, however, we were rebels. After dinner and closing down the kitchen, The Toddler and I snuck off to the bedroom to watch American Idol. I’m not up for an all out review, but I do want to say a few things.

  1. I am hardcore crushing on Chris Daughtry. Holy crap. He done brung it.
  2. If you’re still a fan of Taylor Hicks even though he wore that freaking powder blue suit, I am terrified of you. I need your name and stuff so I can get a restraining order, you freaking PSYCHO.
  3. Kellie Pickler does something weird with her tongue when she says words with “r” in them. If you can watch this performance again, listen for the “for” and…some other word she did it to that I can’t recall right now. She makes this weird sound that reminds me of the way people imitate French accents. As though the back of her tongue is strangling stranglin’ the word when she gets to the “rrr” part of it. And who applied her makeup? Are we still doing that with blush? Really?
  4. Annnnnd, that’s about it.

Except! When they showed Constantine in the audience, I had that sick feeling like when you get drunk at a party and make out with some random dude and then you see him again later when you are sober and you’re like, “Oh.my.god. His saliva is now part of my being?!” And then you get drunk and stay drunk for a while? But alone this time so you don’t make out with any dudes who look hot at the time but are totally regrettable? And maybe you make yourself vomit a whole bunch and then go for a run wearing everything you own, hoping to sweat profusely to rid your body of his vile juices?

Not that that’s ever happened to me.

But, EW. How was I so immune to Constantine’s smarm and slime and EWW! SO GROSS. Could he be more aware of the camera? And the lips? What is he doing with his lips? Make him stop with the lips! Could the Queer Eye guys pay him a visit and give him some grooming advice? His head is seriously needing some attention. EW!

Mother Nature shook her crusty head right above us and we are getting dumped on. The kids went outside briefly this morning hoping to make a snowman. I don’t know how far they got, but it couldn’t have been very. It’s been an hour since they came in complaining about the wind and already their tracks are almost invisible. My husband went to work as usual today, but had to take a different route than usual and really took his time getting there.

As soon as we got word today was going to be a snow day, I called the usual suspects to let them know I’d be taking the day off. I could have taken all three kids to the sitter, but I wanted to stay home and chill out. Unfortunately, The Toddler woke up with a deep cough and a fever and I can’t say I’m feeling much better. I’ve dosed the two of us with Oscillococcinum and poured orange juice for him, mint tea for me because I’m out of Echinacea tea. How? I don’t know! I have any other kind of tea, just not Echinacea. Of course.

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That was riveting, wasn’t it?

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Do you know how many hits your site gets from putting the words “American Idol” in the title? A whole bunch. It’s awesome. Wee!

I had a nightmare last night that I was being hunted down by a tall, bald man. The man was this man:

Jason Statham wasn’t chasing me with a big scary gun, though. I think he maybe had a big knife or something? But when he found me, he had a gas can and a candle or torch. He set the room on fire and I pleaded with him in my ultra-convincing way: “Please? Please? Please!” and he said, “You brought this on yourself.” Oh, NICE. It was scary and I felt trapped. Even though I was very aware of the big window at the back of the room. A window I could surely open or break and walk right out of. Which is sort of telling, isn’t it?

I woke up and wrote it all down in my notebook (I’m keeping a notebook, too! It’s where I’m putting the really crazy stuff.) and then I went back to sleep. I had another dream about lots of people doin’ it. And also about poor service in a popular restaurant. A restaurant that turned into an orgy house in the evening? I don’t know for sure. It wasn’t wholesome, though, so this is where I stop talking about that.

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I have a couple ideas for topical, coherent posts regarding “blog navel gazing” and the beast that is a blogroll. I need some quiet time to write and pull all the ideas together first, because I’m going to try to sound like I know what the heck I’m talking about. So, watch for that. Should be hilarious.

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I recently discovered our vacuum cleaner wasn’t really working. Since I make my kids do all the grunt work around here, I simply assumed my son was slacking off in his vacuuming chore. But isn’t that just like his mother to blame him instead of the machine? Yes, it is. We picked up a new vacuum at the EvilMart and are gagging at the pounds of dirt it picked up this morning. Now is NOT the time for Kirby representatives to come over for a demonstration. I’d be entirely humiliated.
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Right now The Toddler is sitting behind me on the floor putting pennies into his sister’s piggy bank. I’m giving him the pennies from my husband’s collection that he keeps in two large whiskey bottles. We don’t live in a trailer. But somewhere deep inside, my husband really, really wants to. The pennies in Jim and Jack bottles are his way of coping. He’s going to be mad I gave them to The Toddler, but he’s going to be super pissed when I cash them in to help pay for groceries some day in the near future. Weekly therapy is ’spensive, friends. Like, “HOLY CRAP” expensive. I don’t think I’ve done a lot of whining about money in the past. I’m probably about due. I know you are giddy with anticipation.

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We’re dog-sitting for my sister in-law this weekend. She has a little babydoll Shih Tzu. My kids are excited to have her over and my son is determined the dog will sleep with him. He’s going to be bummed out when he learns the doggie still gets crated at night. Bedtime should be a riot.

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The End.

There is something about this guy that worries me.

Like, I won’t be surprised when he’s cut from American Idol because they finally found the bodies in his backyard.

That’s mean. I’m sorry. But really. He’s just too….”WOO!” Gah. Scary.

To put our minds at ease, I’ve attached a picture of something pretty we can all enjoy:


Ahhhhhh. That’s better.

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