Mood:
brightNow Playing: Astrud Gilberto, Meditacao
Topic: planet Miss O
Darlings, I offer no excuses. Let me simply say that reconnecting the Diary has suffered because of my own vanity. Many times I have composed a clever anecdote and then thought :"Wow, I haven't updated in so long. Shouldn't my first post back be ground-breaking, thought-provoking, or at least mildly hilarious? This entry isn't nearly comeback-worthy." And then I waste more time trying to find just the right note of triumphant return, and what can I tell you? It's a vicious cycle.
So here I go again on my own (cue Whitesnake), ready to be judged.
The other thing, Darlings, to be quite honest, I didn't think anybody read the damn thing. I had hoped my oeuvre might entertain a stranded diva in Batesville, Arkansas or some up-and-coming hipster in Kuala Lumpur, but it was hard to know if the Ondine Effect was reaching the near and the remote. Why? Because I seldom received comments.
Sidebar: If you know Miss O, you know that she is not the most tech-savvy bi-ped to grace this planet. I still use pen and paper, my cell phone is of the most basic variety, I don't have a tv, and so forth. All this to say, that while I frequent the interweb, I am not a "surfer" visiting 14 sites per second, clicking and browsing with ease. Actually, I know about 10 websites. Two of them relate to sports, three of them relate to airline tickets, a couple of blogs of folks I know, one site for when I need a good laugh, one for my word-of-the-day (today's word=neologism), and one about fashion. That's it, people.
On the two blogs that I know, there always seemed to be a plethora of comments. So I surmised that readers equal comments, and hence deduced that only my brother was reading the Diary.
All of this changed last week, when a woman with whom I have the pleasure to sing pulled me aside and said,"You know, I really wish you'd get off your ass and update the Diary for Lourdes' sake." Ok, I'm paraphrasing. I was shocked and delighted. "You read the Diary?!" I exclaimed."Yes I did, but you haven't posted on the damn thing in over a YEAR, what the F?" This kind person did not really say "what the F", but her meaning was clear enough. I quickly concluded that my no-comments-equals-no-readers equation was faulty (I've never been good at math) and promised to get the Diary up and running again. So a big thank you to DD for calling me out and getting this operation back on target!
Let's consider this a soft opening (or re-opening), Darlings. I state candidly that you may see posts I started more than a year ago...many of them are still relevant and others are too incriminating, I mean, too amusing not to share with you. Miss O never forgets a bad deed, nor a good one.
Do a good deed today, Darlings!
