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Mood: accident prone
Topic: Casino Avenue
Um, sorry. I will blog today. Honest.
I know it's half two in the afternoon, but I've been busy, I've been crapper on every possible front than anyone will ever believe (involving the bright idea of blogging in the visitor's books of aristocratic houses, and culminating in me wandering, bedraggled, into museums in central London and asking the security chap to listen to my story and find me a sister), and I only just woke up, an all.
Although, after all my pontificating about blogs, community, netiquette, cliques and honesty, some things have made me laugh. The hordes of cliquey comments on here, for one (yay).
That fabulous blog I found that's been going for two weeks, and likes to blog which blogs have been getting shit lately and are evicted from his favourites, for two.
I quote from Jessica Asche, Will You Marry Me:
Have you noticed that when a blogger gets a book deal, their blog instantly sucks?(Me and tittybiscuit are both in decline, apparently, although unlike me, tittybiscuit actually made his links in the first place - but notice also that we both supercede Noam Chomsky in the list of doom; way to go, hon).
Dropped from my bookmarks today: this and this and this and this.
Several others are in danger of being dropped soon.
Now that's the sort of pisstaking honesty I like in a blog. Jessica Asche, marry me, not him.
What I particularly love about my new, hyper cool, hyper fun, hyper funky, site meter, though, is the musical live time alerts of who's reading the blog. And it turns out the Travelling Welshman is still with us after all. Coooee!
More later. We swearsssss.
Updated: Thursday, 8 April 2004 3:03 AM BST
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