I may have to borrow BrainRants’ Thai hot-sauce. My life is beginning to acquire some taste and flair. T’was not always thus. My life has been uninterestingly, go to work, come home, eat, watch some TV, repeat, repeat, repeat, for years. That’s the way my medical providers and I have wanted it. I have
raised lowered bland to new depths. If boring were an Olympic sport, I’d be at the top of the podium, wrapping the gold medal around my neck, while the guy with the drying paint watched the other guy’s grass grow. There’s a Chinese curse, May you live in interesting times. Between my hopefully now defunct eyesight drama, and the ever-growing blogosphere adventure, this has been an Interesting six months.
Wow! Lightning struck three times on the same day. Well, actually, it was more like the static sparks you get when you scuff your feet on the carpet and touch a doorknob, but they impressed the Hell out of me. I have a very low tolerance. First, LadyRyl read one of my pieces out loud to two of her gal friends. One of them was sufficiently impressed that she wished to follow me, so LadyRyl posted a link to my site on her Facebook page. Exposure like that might get me two, maybe three more potential readers.
Next, I got my Jerry Seinfeld piece reblogged. Abauerporsche is a blog from a small Porsche dealer/repair shop in Oakland, California. I would have thought that a lot full of Porsches would be enough to generate interest, but somebody there sieves the internet and reposts four or five blogs a day. They’re always about cars. They’re almost always about Porsches and many of them contain photos of body lines and chromed turbochargers and races. I didn’t see any search terms. I don’t know how my site was reached, or why that particular packing case of verbiage was shoehorned in, but, I’ll take the exposure. Now I have upscale readers to consider. I can write for Intelligent, but I’m not sure I can write for Expensive.
And finally….KayJai couldn’t pass on that case of strep throat, so she inflicted me with my second case of Versatile Blogger. I guess every blogger must have some degree of ego, or we wouldn’t be here. I have a very small one. That’s why KayJai could massage it and still be done in time to get home for lunch. Ego! Pay attention! I feel like Sally Field, accepting the Oscar. You love me! You really love me! Either that or, I’m being given something to do, to get me out of your hair for a couple of days.
You all know the rules. If you don’t, look ‘em up. It doesn’t matter. I didn’t follow them the first time, and I’m not going to follow them even worse, this time. I am going to proudly thank KayJai. She is a strong, kind, intelligent blogger, whose writing I appreciate, and whose opinions I respect. It is humbling to receive such recognition from a person like her.
Hmmm, seven things about me…? Go back and read my first acceptance speech. I feel that I, personally, am about as exciting as tapioca pudding, but, I keep my eyes and ears open, and interesting people and things have passed though my orbit. I have been within ten feet of Queen Elizabeth. The Second! I’m old, but I’m not that old. Twelve feet from Prince What’s-his-name. I got a kiss on the cheek from the Secretary of State for External Affairs. She was a woman, or at least, that’s what she told me. And, I had a very brief conversation with (and some photos of) the singer, Roger Whittaker, dressed up as Don Quixote.
Blogs I wish to acknowledge….include the group I wrote about a month or so ago. SavortheFolly is partly back, and much welcomed. H E Ellis was also M.I.A., and sadly missed, but is now back, to den-mother us. I continue to take baby steps and expand my circle of blogs-read. Some I have liked, others, not so much. Two I wish to add are; from a link on Rants’ site, TheByronicMan. Intelligent and well written. He has something to say, and says it well. From a recommendation from the missing Hellis, TheHaremsMaster. He drops the occasional clot of keystrokes. Sometimes talks about himself, sometimes about politics or life in general. Sometimes prints excerpts from, not one, but two books he’s simultaneously working on. Damn! Am I the only one not working on a book? Well, there is that ever-growing pile of research notes that the Hermudgeon keeps urging me to deal with. If you think I live on the tundra, visit Harem Master’s place. He’s so far north; the only thing keeping him from falling off the top edge is the North Pole itself. He gets his internet delivered by dogsled, and it takes him an hour to defrost it.
Another management seminar impressed how a group decision is almost always better than any single person’s. In the short time I have been observing “my” group; I have seen the individuals teach each other, new, better, more creative ways of doing things and challenge the others to new styles and new heights. Figuratively, I have graduated from Velcro runners, to tying my own laces and taking those baby steps. But it’s time to stop all this shoulder patting. Let’s get out there and impress someone.