Saturday, August 12, 2006

 

Welcome Back

Melody is back people.I recall me and Scratchie wondering what became of her at the blog linkup and I discover she's back and posting.

This may sound silly but after interacting with persons via blogging I tend to "worry" when they suddenly disappear.The thing is you have no way of knowing if they are sick,dead or life is just overwhelming them.Somehow,I always assume the worst when it could really be a simple matter of being tired of blogging.

Am glad to see Miss Piggy is alive and well.Y'all can go give her some love.

Comments:
Nice blog. Never saw it before.
 
I was wondering if I was the only person who felt that way. You get so attached to your blog family and I was thinking the other day, how do I know if someone has died.
 
Put it in your will that some relative has to log in and write a post informing your readers. Leave the passwords for them so that they can do it.
 
I know what you mean Kami. I checked out the blog, I have been there before once or twice.

MB I have thought about that too.
 
I sent you the pics, let me know if you get the email!
 
lol, thought about doing what mad bull suggest fa real
 
Much luv, Kami, but how didja know? Ah re-entered mi blog so quietly, ah thought it might be months B4 anyone happened upon it to notice that I'd put that 'formal' post. Glad ya think it's nice, Leon. Stunner, it's been parked for quite some time.
 
You are soooo right!!! This is absolutely true, I’d started a very good conversation with a blogger and I really enjoyed that… she is missing now, it’s almost a month there are no posts whatsoever…. One might say: why don’t you email her? My aswer is I don’t have her email.. and when thing like this happens you start having all sorts of thoughts…
I am really pleased for you, at least there is some hope that they might return one day!
Thanks for writing this post!

ps. "Put it in your will that some relative has to log in and write a post informing your readers. Leave the passwords for them so that they can do it."

not a bad idea madbull.. not a bad idea at all, abit dark.. but very well thought;)))
 
Oh people get too "Buckwild" (I read your comment - have to disagree with you, to me she makes the show sooooooo damn funny I hope she lasts to the end just so I can keep laughing) with their blog connections!
 
OK, I'm going to say hi to the Piggy!
 
Will pass by and hail her up.
 
why am i listed as 'inactive' on your menu? :(
 
Nah,that was meant for Marc after he disappeared for months.
 
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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

 
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