I really super duper mean to blog more. Not that I suspect there are legions of desperate Well-Ites bemoaning the lack of Meg Bon Mots. But, I've been inspired by a couple of bloggers and really mean to try and pop something on this blog at least weekly.
But, you guys, Laney stays up SO LATE now. Her bedtime is 9:00 and I can't get a damn thing done while she's awake because she insists on conversating until the lights goes out. We talked about hands a lot today. The conversation ended thusly:
Laney: Wait! What if you had two thumbs and a bunch of fingers on one hand and only fingers on the other?
Me: I guess it'd be pretty hard to use scissors
Laney: No.
"No?" What the hell? "No?" I was pretty proud of that scissors thing. She loves me but she is a shitty audience these days. Ingrate.
Anyhoo, inspirational bloggers. The first is my cousin, Shawn, who is keeping this perfectly delightful blog that I love to read and that also makes me jealous because she's very thoughtful and always uses good grammar and would never, under any circumstance, sully her published thoughts with words like "conversate." But I have no such scruples because I believe "conversate" should be a word and refuse to think too deeply about that. I just love to read her blog and I love that it's reliable, you know? Every Friday, you can read what she's writing about and it's just such a damn pleasure to read.
Shawn led me to another blogger, who's become a Facebook friend, that I'm also real pleased to know and am also super jealous of. It's this fellow named Mark who keeps a perfectly gorgeous blog which is also, like Shawn's, so thoughtful and well-written. And it just oozes with the kind of kindness we should all have in our lives. His last post was called "Shame," and you should go read it. Here's a link. I thought it was such a moving thing to write about. But I am ashamed that even as I read it, I began compiling a list of people who should have shame. Want to hear it? Hear it goes:
1. Congress
2. People who don't use turn signals
Remember when Facebook first became a thing and people were all, "It's just a place where aging people missing their youth reconnect with old flames." And even back in those heady days of yorn, those people were so tiresome because, look, I love my husband very much and would never do anything to hurt him on purpose (unless I were behind him and he failed to use a turn signal then I would CUT the motherfucker in his sleep). But really, the main reason that neither I nor any other reasonable adult person uses Facebook for affairs, either emotional or practical, is... ugh. Ain't nobody got time for that!
It's a damn miracle I managed the energy to string together 30 minutes to write this! I may even shock myself and put off Arrested Development to proof it (I probably won't do that).
But isn't it wonderful that there's this shorthand way to get to know people, virtually, you don't get the chance to meet IRL. I feel like my virtual world is a stream of interesting, hilarious, thoughtful people who live too far away, or are otherwise too far outside of my world to get to know on the physical plane. From furniture-making bloggers, to fellow 30 Rock enthusiasts, to parents of adorbs new babies. The old friends I'd hear from maybe once every couple of years. Or, god, haven't heard from in 20 years but now know all about. The new friends I know better.
If it weren't for all the government spying and people posting quotes from celebrities that those celebrities never said, virtual life would be practically perfect.
