We certainly had a busy day yesterday, didn't we? Goodness, there hasn't been so much traffic here in my little corner of Oz since Kristina chose my blog as the place to announce that she and Mario Lopez were eloping. I was fine with that, but when she started posting pictures of the honeymoon, I finally had to draw the line.
"Stop it," I said. "Your 'Hairdressers of NASCAR' Tour just isn't as interesting to my readers as you'd like to think." Honestly, you have to keep your eye on that girl every second.
For the record, I believe everyone who weighed in here on my blog, as well as on my Facebook, Motherboard's Facebook, MMB's Facebook, Harry Reid's Facebook, Peter, Paul and Mary's Facebook, and Charo's Twitter page behaved themselves very well. I didn't have to delete anyone's comments or anything, which was lucky, on accounta I was kind of bluffing about the whole "I'll totally send you packing, you get sassy" thing. I do that sometimes.
(There was one commenter, the 123rd, who very kindly promised to stay away from my blog from now on because after reading one post she now knows everything there is to know about me. She is totally right, of course. I wish her well and a good night's sleep.)
And it was good for me to see how impassioned people feel about political stuff. Wow. The passion was definitely, you know, flowing and such. I learned some time ago that "poli" means "people", which naturally suggests that "politics" are "the things that TICk off PEOPLE".
So, hooray for Greek root words! As Mr. Rogers used to say, "You learn something old every day, and then you keel over from an undiagnosed puppet allergy." That Mr. Rogers. He was so wise.
Here's the really astonishing thing: OK, wait. It's not that astonishing. I mean, 'astonishing' would be three days and nights without darkness or three hours without my drinking Diet Coke. Let's start that observation over. Here's a very interesting....no, strike 'very'. An (unmodifiedly) interesting thing happened yesterday when everyone and their gerbil came by to talk about, you know, whatever it was we were talking about. With my ADD I barely remember I even have a blog.
What was I saying? Oh, yes. Between 8:00 a.m. and 8:00 p.m. Tuesday, Pacific Pot-Stirring Time, I gained ten followers. I know!! What the heck? Now, I realize that this may well mean I lost, like, 90, but then gained 100, which come to think of it sounds a lot like the way I diet, so domo arigato, karma-san.
But whatever the case, there are at least ten of you who joined the DeNae team on the one day in the history of forever when I got political. Ish. Political-ish. Rant-esque. Et Cetera. And in the interest of full disclosure, I feel I should tell you, things are ALWAYS that exciting and hot, hot, hot over here! Seriously, if you're looking for one firestorm of controversy after another, look no further than my backordered life.
Whew! I'm glad I got that off my chest. The deception was like a medicine ball on my trachea.
Anyway, that's all. I just wanted to say, "Hey! I'm back! The sedatives are working nicely and I've taken up Japanese tea gardening." Which means, Mom, it's safe to call me now.
Peace out, peeps!