Saturday, February 20, 2010

Bloglandia

A couple of years ago, the New York Review of Books (isn't it cleaver of me to imply I am a regular peruser of NYRB? So veddy Intellectual. It's a lie; R Man reads it, I just stumbled on the story while I was throwing the stack of old issues into the recycling. But let's ignore that) any way, they had a story about blogging, how it had evolved. The writer made the interesting point that blogs were originally more like newspaper columns (some, like the Huffington Post, or Queerty, or Towleroad still are) but many had morphed into something more like long running dialogues between friends, friends who usually know each other only through the blog itself. Certainly, mrpeeneee cops to that. I'm not sure what I intended when I started, probably nothing, but I like what this has turned into.

Don't all our blogs, taken as a sort of messy whole, seem rather like sitting around a table after dinner talking? I Should Be Laughing is the smart, politically aware guest, infomaniac, Lethal Dose, Mean Dirty Pirate, are busy making smutty double entendres, Felix in Hollywood, Stirred Straight Up, and Muscato are the stylish, raffish ones at the bar. The Cool Cookie, Night is Half Gone and Miss janey are the voices who spin stories like all my crazy relatives always did. Kabuki Zero is repurposing the foil from the turkey into a hat. Suffering Fools Badly Post Apocalyptic Bohemian and Temporary Troublespots are the sassy bitches brewing trouble. And all of us brought together by thombeau, so is he the host? Now there's a scary idea, but wasn't everybody glad to have the old darling back? Did I leave anybody out? Probably, I'm doing this off the top of my head and it's all sort of more twee than I meant, but I love ya, mean it.

But that's what I like about this, why I stick around, the stories and the snark and the funny pictures and the general idiocy. You just don't get that reading teh New York Review of Books, you know.

And little me? I must be the daffy aunt saying inappropriate things and flashing the houseboy.

Which reminds me:

12 comments:

  1. Dear Auntie,
    Why thank you, I'd love another plate of beets and pizza please...and that houseboy there too, when you're finished using him.

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  2. Come on down honey. I have a brand new Renuzit in the guest room just for you.

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  3. I'm the "smart, politically aware guest" at the party?
    I thought I was the drunk who passed out under the credenza!

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  4. Dear Aunt Peenee:

    And all this time I thought I was the smart, politically aware guest.

    Still, it's a thrill to be mentioned in the same breath as MDP and Ms. Lethal.

    *joins kabuki in the corner for tinfoil hat-making*

    *tempted to hug Peenee...almost*

    A toast to Thombeau!

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  5. Dear Aunt Peenee,

    I’ll have you know that I haven’t the slightest intention of making, ‘smutty double entendres’, and I have great trouble in even making, ’a smutty single entendre’. Which reminds me...where is that lazy girl Entendre? Entendre! Entendre! Fix me a drink and make it a double...

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  6. You noticed! kabuki has made it. the training wheels come off the blog today. and yes, i am quite fetching in a hat.

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  7. I am so touched! Seriously - thats why I'm on meds and hear voices.

    But it was so sweet you to make the mention of formerly Little Ol' me!

    And speaking of "me" - don't forget I tagged you in the Meme (or meem) on movies.

    My last thought, tomorrow, when they knock me out for the gallbladder operation will be "I wonder if Peenee has whipped it out, yet..."

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  8. Stylish, raffish and at the bar. Yep, that's me. Later you'll find me under the Steinway blowing the pianist.

    I see the houseboy has stopped attending his Depilatory Anonymous meetings. Such a shame to throw away a life that young.

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  9. Not to be a fuckin' bitch but my blog is 'Temporary Trouble Spots.' That would be three words. Not that I'm complaining or that vain but I've got a marketing team here that monitors brand infraction and the last thing I need is another round of meetings.

    Er, love you/LOVE your blog, Auntie! YOU make me laugh. You bring JOY to my miserable wretched existence. YOU give great wit. Plus I like the houseboy pics, too! :)

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  10. Thanks you for inviting me to the dinner party & letting me in on the conversation. I hope that I am not too naughty for out little group. I agree with you about our community, & you are the hostess with the mostess.

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  11. pretty boy. But he needs to be photographed by someone great like Luis rafeal or Studio jenkins. This looks real amateur.

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