I was checking out my Referrer List the other day to see if there was someone new knocking on the door when I noticed a hit from Chey’s place.
“Cool,” says I. “A visit from my favorite red-headed, hula hoopin’ baybeeee.”
But then I saw that it wasn’t her and that it was aimed at a specific archive post.
“Hmm…wonder what that was,” thinks I. So, clicked the link, did I. (And immediately quit the bad Yoda impression.)
It turned out to be a little bit of silliness from last December 24, called The Bloggers Night Before Christmas.
The point of this post is not to highlight my incredible prose or my Seussian gifts (copies are available for $19.95, and the DVD version with James Earl Jones doing a dramatic reading will be out by next year). It’s not to highlight all the bloggers I think I know, either. Hell if I can remember what the point was, actually…
Reading it made me a little sad or wistful or some such overly sentimental crap. For those no longer blogging. For those I never hear from anymore. For the petty squabbles we let ourselves get dragged into. For how fast time passes.
It also made me grateful for everyone who takes the time to read this drivel–old and new.
God, now I sound like Buzz… ;p