What the hell am I supposed to do with a blog when there are so many other seemingly "like" creatures out there blabbing about the same sorts of things? And all of them write like they think they just invented (or invented the best way to describe) the object/feeling/action they are writing about. How effing boring is that?
I can't even get all sarcastic and give air time about the inanity that is the Passover Ten Plagues Finger Puppets - a task I was incredibly excited to tackle, seconds after my brother informed me of the existence of said item (though he found his set in a Tucson Bed, Bath and Beyond store, so he gets extra points). My enthusiasm deflated as soon as I looked online for a link to the toy, because I found scores of hipster moms and dads who had to throw in a blogging shout-out on the boils and the blood and the pesitlence and whatnot, and all of them wrote like they alone had found the Fun Box of Jewish Har Har, and little Jackson/Sophie/Milo just LOVED it.
I think I'm just pissed because I discovered I am a) not as funny or original as I think I am, and b) that I may be categorized with these poseurs. Oy.
Wow. I just posted something on your blog. I won't bore you with a lot of comments, but the other day I wanted to respond and couldn't pot. It was about your writing and your blog and comparing it to all of the others . . . I don't think so. You are a thought provoking writer, and always put a twist on words that are original and interesting. You are never ever boring! Signed, A. Fan
Posted by: Jaynet Tagami | March 27, 2007 at 12:02 AM
Correction. I meant to say I couldn't "post" the other day.
Posted by: Jaynet Tagami | March 27, 2007 at 12:04 AM