I told you I was a good flosser!
Another gold star in hygiene at the dentist today. Which used to be a big deal because if you got four gold stars in a row you got a sweet gift certificate for the Bay or someplace, I forget. And a substantial one, like $50 or so.
But they've discontinued that and now we just get a pat on the back, which is better than a kick in the ass with a frozen army boot, I guess.
Did you catch The Hour last night? Did you hear about Evelyne? Her blog was featured along with her tale of the birth of Stroumbo the baby goat. Both Barbara W and Alana had their comments about the blessed event read on air and it was a lovely moment. It was a surreal injection of blog life into my so-called real life (okay television is still just light waves on a screen but more people access it).
Blog reality seems to be a larger part of my existence all the time. I don't know if this should be cause for alarm or not. Is a friendship less valid if you have never touched the person or heard their voice or, in some cases, even seen their face? I don't think so. Oh perhaps in some cases I guess it can be, as we can filter out aspects of our personalities and our lives if we choose to, but in general, we do share a lot of our lives online. And if not our daily grind existence, then at least our philosophies, our random thoughts, our concerns, our humour. I think you can get a pretty good feel for a person from their blog and from their comments on your blog.
It puts me in mind a little of the part in Douglas Coupland's book, Microserfs, where two characters have fallen in love through the internet. They plan to meet, and they have never even exchanged names; in fact, neither of them knows what gender the other is. And yet they are both prepared to love whomever the other turns out to be.
Oh relax, I'm not saying I'm in love with any of you! I'm just speculating on the nature of this thing we participate in and how it shapes our lives.
I do like you, though.