My dad, Cale Dickey, was a country newspaper editor & publisher. His weekly column, Stuph-N-Junk, was a series of comments and quips about current events, local (New Salem, North Dakota) goings-on and personalities, and his own peculiar view of the world, family, and friends. Keep in mind, he was the editor, publisher, and owner. No one edited his more flagrant comments. In that regard, it was very much like a blog.
As an example—you’ll need to get yourself in a country frame of mind here—the neighbor’s calves were particularly rowdy one spring night. His printed comment was, “I wish someone would cut off their bawls.”
Perhaps that explains my sense of humor as well. The comment and quip style is appealing to me, & I’m going to give it a shot. In his honor, I’m using the same name. I’d appreciate reader feedback (all three of you!).
I have a new friend, Cindy. New in the sense that all my other close friends I’ve known for years. I met Cindy at Weight Watchers and though she is younger and prettier (that’s for you, Cindy), we’ve hit it off. It’s scary but true that we think alive in some ways. For example, I commented to her that my Mini looks like my dogs. (Check out the flickr link on the right.) She patted one of the protruding headlights and laughed. I made the same comment to my husband, Steve. To his credit, he didn’t get it.
“Of all the things I’ve lost, I miss my mind the most.” Mark Twain. I understand his point of view.
My son, Benjamin—Ben to the rest of the world—uses a social website called Twitter. Users post Tweets throughout the day. It strikes me as an electronic water cooler designed to decrease the social isolation of the techies who use it. I’m a lurker on the site. Benjamin says, “Mom, most people your age just read the postings rather than actually participating.” LOL. Even I know that no one on that site cares what I have to say.
On Twitter: Benjamin got a kick out of someone commenting on having a “CSS boner.”
I’m current. With it. I know, for instance, CSS means cascading style sheets.
But, when I grew up a boner was a big mistake, as in someone made a boner. I’ve been led to believe the term has another meaning now.
More later. 6-26-08 GB