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Sorry, Bill and Ernie

blusk
Aviator C
After only seven months in the blogosphere, I know I am still a neophyte when it comes to blogging.  I am slowly learning, with the help of Angela, Paula, and Jill, the "language" of the blogs, and it is very different.  There's stuff like "blinks, pings, and linkbacks."  It got me to thinking of how two of the greatest authors of the 20th Century would write if they blogged. With profound apologies, here are some blogging thoughts in the style of William Faulkner: Having just set down in my high-tech, ergonomically correct, imported from Sweden, multi-position office chair after having consumed a pitcher of that delicious concoction comprised of ice, vodka, and orange juice, which would leave lesser mortals totally incoherent from its combustible 75:25 ratio of vodka to juice, I try to organize my somewhat random but highly intellectual thoughts into a stream of consciousness narrative that will posit my unconventional, but inherently readable, diatribes on the state of mankind that even the most isolated souls who, as happenstance and serendipity working in tandem would have it, are totally deprived of all emotional content can understand, and as I sit before the omnipotence of the modern computing device, my highly dexterous fingertips begin their waltz-like procession, not unlike that of Emmitt and Cheryl on "Dancing with the Stars," across my unfortunately conformist keyboard and transform themselves into my latest blog posting. If that is too verbose for you, try Ernest Hemingway: Fighting my seventh consecutive morning hangover, I sit in my expensive chair.  Thoughts bounce through my head like ricochets at a shooting range. I type.  I laugh. I communicate.  Soon, happy hour will arrive.  My daily toil will cease.  The bell does toll for me. (By the way, I have neither an imported Swedish office chair, nor an expensive one.  Rather, I was trying to let the authors "channel" through me.)
12 Comments
FriendofBlogBoy
Frequent Flyer B
My favorite literary masterpieces come from an author who I respect and enjoy immensely, and who never fails to make me smile. He types on an old-fashioned manual typewriter while perched on the peaked roof of a doghouse. As Snoopy always begins, "It was a dark and stormy night..." Kim 🙂
eshelswellwhite
Explorer B
Brian - What? No haiku? hungover again drink sit think laugh swear then type all in a days work
blusk
Aviator C
Sorry, Edward, no haiku. I can do e.e. cummings though: the blog comes in on little cat feet bl
Pete_Scaltrito
Explorer C
Sorry Brian, ".... on little cat feet..." is Carl Sandburg. Cummings would probably be more depressing.....
Eric15
Explorer A
Or Poe, Once upon a midshift dreary, while I typed weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten Candy Corn Lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a DINGing, As of some one gently Bloging, Bloging at my Desktop window. `'Tis some Bloger,' I muttered, `DINGing at my Desktop Window door - Only this, and nothing more.'
blusk
Aviator C
You're right Pete, it was Carl Sandburg, so perhaps this is the blog of strong shoulders and blogmaker to the world. Actually, I was going for something from Ogden Nash, Cummings is depressing. Brian (Eric, I hear a heart beating in my computer.)
pberg
Frequent Flyer B
Brian - I think I LUV you (wink).
Dana_Wallert
Explorer C
Love it! I was having a conversation with a friend the other day about what Nietzsche's blog would look like. I think he might be an Emmitt fan too though... "I would not know what the spirit of a philosopher might wish more to be than a good dancer. Friedrich Nietzsche
blusk
Aviator C
Hi Dana, Nietzsche scares me, and Camus depresses me, but he might have written: I blogged today. Or, perhaps it was yesterday, I don't know.
eshelswellwhite
Explorer B
"Blog is dead." Nietzche
boris
Explorer C
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