I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
J. D. Salinger
I will be the first to admit that I'm not a blog-aholic. I've realized in the past that my blog isn't read, but I like to think that maybe, eventually, it will be. So I was a little hurt while doing the blog-reading rounds today. I've noticed that the only people who are linked to me anymore are Tiffany and Mike.
The reason this is because the content of blog isn't very interesting and hasn't ever been so. (Thanks for linking to me regardless guys, though the lengths I can push you to as my friends have limits, don't feel obligated.) So, I've got to figure out how to make my blog more interesting. I don't know why this matters to me seeing as I don't blog often and usually when I do blog it is presented in a ranting style. Out of my blog, I get an amount probably equal to what I put into it, which isn't much. So the lack of interest isn't surprising.
What I'm trying to figure out is how to make my blog interesting, so, in the opinion of those reading this, suggestions??
"Well, we can't walk . . ."
"You could tunnel!"
Emmy Wheland (1984- )
As many of my previous entries have revealed, Emmy is nuts. Actually, this is an unfair statement. Emmy alone is not nuts, but in the given context of my friends, Emmy tends to let the joy of being alive get the best of her.
Yesterday morning, just after I returned home from work, (I messed up, I didn't have work yesterday, but I went anyway to be sent home again.) (By the way, that is where I am now.) Emmy calls me up. Emmy and her mother (whom I call Miriam) were just about the take their dog, Diva, on a walk. Seeing as on Friday night Emmy and I stayed in planning to do stuff on Saturday, this was not as strange of an invite as it sounds. (In case you missed the invite here it is again: Emmy called to know if I wanted to come on the walk with Miriam and Diva.)
As it was around 11:30am and I didn't have anything better to do, I figured why not? Well one thing gets to another and Emmy and I have created a new language by simply shrinking the alphabet. The primary letters are z, d, and b. (Pretty much talk in a weird accent throwing these letters in for good measure and you have what Emmy and I were speaking for the majority of the afternoon.)
After an interesting im conversation with Kristi, Emmy and I head out to get her. Then we instructed her in our new language. Good times were had all around.
Yes, before you start to wonder, there was far more craziness to the day then simply what is listed above, but seeing as I am now going to download snood onto this computer (so I can continue being a hard worker of course) I am going to leave it to your imagination.
As is obvious from the opening quote, (or rather would be obvious if the quotes I use to open my entries ever had some kind of direct correlation to the body of the entry) I'm currently re-reading Witches Abroad. (A quality novel if there ever was one, at least in the humorous sense) What this has to do with this entry is simple: I loved the quote and needed somewhere to place it.
On to the topic of discussion, satire.
Satire, I have come to decide, is the best of the "enjoyment" type books. (Though it is a really close tie with Fantasy, go Tolkien!) I have several reasons for this decision:
1.) You can find all kinds of topics in one satirical book, no matter how tiny the connection is. (For example, discussion of the chaos theory in Witches Abroad. Does it make sense for the storyline? Not really In the sense of the book? You can count on it.)
2.) The wild connections are crazy fun.
3.) You have to have a mildly intelligent sense of humor to get the jokes. (Like comparing British humor to American humor.)
Now three is a nice round divisible number, so I'll stop there.