It looks like some free blogging website has added an official blogroll widget to their toolset, doesn't it? With updates to recent posts and icons, even. Well, well, well, aren't we special? The new version of the "friends and neighbors" sidebar is to your right. To your right on screen, duh. Underneath the "about me" panel. Look down. Not that far. Scroll up a little. There you go.
If you're not already part of our happy little Whatever-derived family (and, ironically, I've hardly visited el Scalzi's blog in weeks--I sort of skimmed the recent updates in my RSS reader yesterday and was surprised how much and how little has gone on), go visit some of those other blogs, eh? Or, for that matter, if you're not one of the two World Of Meat people on the list, the two people I hang out with in realspace who also occasionally do the blogging thing.* (In one case, very occasionally: it's probably been a month or more since she last updated, but she's on the list.)
We'll see how well the new widget works. And if you're a regular and you're not on the list, why not? Remind me, I probably was just a neglectful and bad friend, and ought to be (gently) chided for my oversight.
And
thanks, Blogspot! Really, this was awesome of you and the Googlians you slave away for!
(Oh, by the way: the blogroll widget lets you sort by most recent post. Which means... yes, it's a competition! A vicious, bloody battle to the death to see who will hold onto the top slot by posting more recently than anyone else! Ha! Entertain me! I am the puppetmaster who calls the tunes and you will play the game to its bitter final act! Also, I like mixing metaphors! Ha! Haha! Hahahhahahaha!)
* I really can't help feeling that there's no way to write that sentence without sounding like I have no friends. I know plenty of people who don't blog, thank you very much. Oh great, now I sound defensive. This is that whole "Freudian rebuttal" thing, where responding to something makes you sound guilty, right? Ack! Now I sound even more like a loser. I should stop typing, should have stopped typing seventy-one words ago. Quit while I'm behind and all that. Dammit. I always do this. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Why do I always do this? Wait, who am I writing this for? Everyone already stopped reading. I guess this is as good a time as any to stop and scratch my
I thought you--were you reading this the whole time? Did you see.... Look, I'm really sorry about that. I didn't know you were still here. Um. Do you think we could... uh... maybe not mention to everyone else that you saw me... er... it wasn't anything nasty, I just needed to scratch and I thought I was by myself, okay? It's a guy thing, alright? Look, I really don't see any reason you have to, you know, mention this to anyone, okay?
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Shorter Michelle:
The pressure! The pressure!
Very cool!
But I have a theory. One that I think fits all the available facts.
Ghost--
--no, wait, I'm not done--
vampires. That's right, ghost vampires. They're sort of like ghosts and sort of like vampires, with all of the advantages of both and none of the legendary weaknesses. (How can you put a stake through a ghost's heart? Answer: you can't.) I'm not sure what you did to piss off the ghost vampires, but they're definitely messing with you. I'd tell you to keep your eyes open and be on the lookout, but let's face it: ghosts are nearly transparent, so keeping an eye out for ghost vampires is pretty useless.
But happily, I think I've fixed the issue for now with the equivalent of the classic computing solution: unplugging it and plugging it back in. I'm glad it worked--because when it doesn't, you actually have to, you know, know stuff, which can be problematic for me....