Next Blog

I clicked that little button there... the one in the upper right. It's pretty indiscriminate. It's like God's power button. It chooses where you go next. Very random. I've done it on several occasions. Every time a different blog. It's quasi-voyeuristic. It almost seems criminal.

So I get to these different Blogs and I see that some of them dance. Some have pictures. Some sing to me. And I begin to wonder why mine doesn't do any of that.

Wait. I'll give it a try.
La la laaa. La la laaaa. Aghem.
La La Laaaaaaa! La La Laaaaaaaa!
I give up.
I think I might have to finally admit that I am at the edge of one of those moments of youth vs. adulthood.
I was 8 and could program a VCR. The latest technology that seemingly baffled the Adult crowd. "Duh", we would say, "this is how you do it". Somehow we just "got it".

Now... I don't get it. I can't figure out HTML and hotspots and Java... but dammit, I could program an Apple to blink and flash and wish everyone a Merry Christmas using some archaic code that I can't even recall now. I was 6 and using Lotus. And now I can't even make my Blog dance.

Dance Blog! Dance!
And yet on the eve of a tryptophan-induced day of gluttony, I am thankful that I still know how to use a good ol' QWERTY keyboard...even if it is with my thumbs and via a cellphone that I've just taken a picture with and ordered flowers from and phoned my husband with and programmed my Tivo with...