Thursday, December 21, 2006

Blogging and bloggers

I’ve noticed that my links are in dire need of an update. But damn. If I add all the blogs I read, the list’ll be longer than my arm.

Because people, I stand before you now to admit it. I, Jazz, am a blog whore.

Besides those that are already on the list, there are many many others. In the past week alone I have discovered at least four really good blogs. I need to quit my job and plug in full time in order to keep up with everyone. It is a sad state of affairs indeed, when you know more about virtual people’s lives than about your own – and realize that, damn, theirs are so much more interesting than yours. Ever ever so much more.

Is it my inner mémère*? I never knew I had such an aspect to my personality. I mean, hell, the other day someone at the office asked me what I thought about K-Fed and I thought she was speaking about a new dog food or some esoteric branch of the U.S. Government. Which shows just how disconnected I really am.

But I can tell you all about ChooChoo's life in Hellhole, Jocelyn's problems with orientation and yoga, Blue Poppy's dogs (Ah, Henry!)and house in the mountains, Paula's latest illustrations, Ticknart's habit of locking himself out of his home and Steve's… um… Steve’s total and incontrovertible insanity. Jill has a thing for (against?) needles and her sweetie Slag fires pottery between hilarious (really!) prostate exams. Toast puts bus shelters in front of people’s houses and goes to 3 concerts a weekend.

Then there are all the others… These are interesting, quirky, people whose existence I never would have soupçonné** without blogging.

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to get them all into the same room, with wine and vodka galore. How quickly would it degenerate, how many of us are exactly what we appear to be on our blogs (me, pretty much, I can assure you. Total spaz and curmudgeon in the making – I’ve been using that word a lot in the past month. I love that word. Hmmm there’s a blog entry: words I love).

This is probably my last entry of the year as I won't have internet access after tomorrow. I really need to buy myself a computer. See y'all in the new year, and please don't write too much, I don't want to have to spend days and days catching up. Best wishes and happy whatever it is you celebrate. Me, I'm off to find myself a Festivus pole.

* Translation: inner gossip
** I seem to be losing my English today… Soupçonner = Suspect. But that’s not the word in English is it? You don’t suspect someone’s existence… Well, you do in French. And that's today's quicky French lesson.

13 comments:

Dan said...

I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to get them all into the same room, with wine and vodka galore.

Why wonder? Let's actually see what happens! What's the address?

I'll bring vodka.

Jazz said...

If you're bringing the vodka, you're my bestest friend. C'mon up to Montreal and welcome to my blog.

Jocelyn said...

I'm with you, both in being a newly-anointed blog whore (still fresh enough to be worth something on the open market) and in wondering what it would be like to get all these interesting people together. Everyone would just want to ask Steven questions about his "wiener," though, I fear. So we'll all reconnect in the new year...

Malnurtured Snay said...

What, you don't read my blog? I'm not one of your favorites? WHY NOT?!

Yeah, I need to go through my blogroll and update it. A lot of folks have stopped blogging. Bastards need to make a commitment.

Dan said...

Jazz, I'll bring the vodka if your female ventriloquist friend is coming.

Do you have a photo of her?

The Lone Beader said...

I'll bring the beer:)

Jazz said...

Jocelyn - yes, Steve's weiner... hmmm.

Malnutured Snay - I had no idea you existed until now, you know what with the 100,000,000 blogs out there. I have now read your blog, poached my next entry from it and mentioned you in mine. You can now rest easy.

Dan - Ha, so all of a sudden they're much less creepy eh?

Lone Beader - Bring much beer

ticknart said...

Me at a get together with people I've never met in the "real" world=quiet and awkward trying to keep moving so people won't notice how quiet and awkward I am.

Me at a get together with people I've never met in the "real" world after having a drink of wine or vodka=me vomiting, hopefully in the bathroom.

Either way, I'd still be there.

Jazz said...

Tick - Me too actually. Well except for the vomiting I'd probably be sleeping instead.

ticknart said...

Actually the vomiting doesn't occur from drinking too much. Unfortunately, it occurs after the second of third sip/chug.

Jazz said...

Oh fun...

Malnurtured Snay said...

So, um, still alive?

Merry Belated Christmas.

Hageltoast said...

I am great company with wine and vodka!!! sounds like a plan. ;)