Digging
Keppet wants Rian to open the blog to replies. Comments? Not replies, comments.
Because Keppet generally deserves what she wants, Rian shall think it over.
Tis an uncomfortable feeling. Rather like the odd difference between SUSPECTING one's parents are searching one's room on a daily basis and DISCOVERING one's father sitting on the floor of one's room rifling through paper back books in pursuit of banned material.
Despite the old cliche, Rian generally finds the known more frightening than the unknown.
Because Keppet generally deserves what she wants, Rian shall think it over.
Tis an uncomfortable feeling. Rather like the odd difference between SUSPECTING one's parents are searching one's room on a daily basis and DISCOVERING one's father sitting on the floor of one's room rifling through paper back books in pursuit of banned material.
Despite the old cliche, Rian generally finds the known more frightening than the unknown.
posted by La Tulipe | 2:03 PM
9 Comments:
I have been wondering for WEEKS why you didn't allow comments. All I had to do was ASK? Another case of Keppet having the nerve to speak the words in my head.
Wait-- it is ok that the comment was more about Keppet than Rian? Should'nt the first comment be more Rian focused? Oh, the pressure!
All right. Rian, I am searching your room on a daily basis. And I am very much enjoying rifling your paperbacks and reading your banned material. Except your "Catcher in the Rye." I burned it. It was overrrated anyway.
Me too... guilty of rifling. *hangs head*
But surely, Rian, the idea of posting is so that someone reads your ramblings? Or perhaps you just hope it's only random strangers and not the likes of us regular stalkers.
I've wanted you to allow comments for ages now too... thank you for saying what was on our collective minds, sis.
Indeed, Kep's nerve goes before her.
Rian once rather wanted to be Holden Caulfield. But perhaps we all did, at a certain age.
Hmmm. I never wanted to be Holden. I wanted to be Ged, or Gandalf, or Elric........
Ah, I do love to be praised but now the onus is on me to think up some interesting comments.
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Holden was such a phoney.
Pppft. Holden was only a phoney in the manner of all children caught in postpubescent angst.
Someone Else's grandmother threw a copy of 'Catcher in the Rye' down the outhouse. She did not appreciate the 'nasty words'.
It's really horrible trying to register on here.
But hurrah for comments.
"This is not a blog"
Oh you tease...
Hmph to you cowardly non-bloggers. It seems like cheating to me... getting to read others' scrawlings without having to scrawl anything yourselves.
Go forth and scrawl! It is a marvellous thing.
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