A couple of years ago, the New York Review of Books (isn’t it cleaver of me to imply I am a regular peruser of NYRB? So veddy Intellectual. It’s a lie; R Man reads it, I just stumbled on the story while I was throwing the stack of old issues into the recycling. But let’s ignore that) any way, they had a story about blogging, how it had evolved. The writer made the interesting point that blogs were originally more like newspaper columns (some, like the Huffington Post, or Queerty, or Towleroad still are) but many had morphed into something more like long running dialogues between friends, friends who usually know each other only through the blog itself. Certainly, mrpeeneee cops to that. I’m not sure what I intended when I started, probably nothing, but I like what this has turned into.
Don’t all our blogs, taken as a sort of messy whole, seem rather like sitting around a table after dinner talking? I Should Be Laughing is the smart, politically aware guest, infomaniac, Lethal Dose, Mean Dirty Pirate, are busy making smutty double entendres, Felix in Hollywood, Stirred Straight Up, and Muscato are the stylish, raffish ones at the bar. The Cool Cookie, Night is Half Gone and Miss janey are the voices who spin stories like all my crazy relatives always did. Kabuki Zero is repurposing the foil from the turkey into a hat. Suffering Fools Badly Post Apocalyptic Bohemian and Temporary Troublespots are the sassy bitches brewing trouble. And all of us brought together by thombeau, so is he the host? Now there’s a scary idea, but wasn’t everybody glad to have the old darling back? Did I leave anybody out? Probably, I’m doing this off the top of my head and it’s all sort of more twee than I meant, but I love ya, mean it.
But that’s what I like about this, why I stick around, the stories and the snark and the funny pictures and the general idiocy. You just don’t get that reading teh New York Review of Books, you know.
And little me? I must be the daffy aunt saying inappropriate things and flashing the houseboy.
Which reminds me: