Happy Together

Last night I spoke to Jack on the phone for an hour. Just as I began to debate hanging up on him my pre-paid cell phone, my only phone for the time being, until I get that damned social security number and can begin to function on credit, ran out of minutes.

I took it as a sign. I decided I'd break the navel-gazing cycle, and instead of boring you with the gory details of our conversation I'd blog surf. Something I haven't done enough of lately.

As good a place as any to start, I thought, and better than most, is Neil Kramer's blogroll. He has me listed under "With Coffee at Breakfast" so I decided to explore those bloggers who also share his coffee.

City Wendy in the Windy City is a teacher, like me. She writes:

"I got my first batch of student papers yesterday afternoon, which means I have basically been holed up in my livingroom, alternating between grading, drinking white wine, obsessively checking my email for notices that I won a million dollars or that someone -- anyone -- loves me, and checking the mirror to see if my hair has grown at all today."

But I can't relate, so I'm not sure I'll read Wendy again. See, I drink beer, not white wine.

Let's see... Fictional Rockstar. Great name for a blog. But she writes about shoes, and does so with "a dash of sass." Nah. Nothing in common there.

Communicatrix was disappointed in The Black Dahlia. But how could a movie that bends so far over backwards to be stylish, and obliterates its storyline in the process, be all bad?

Billy Mernit calls his blog Living The Romantic Comedy. I am afraid to read further in light of last night's conversation. Ditto Dating Dummy.

Let's see... Danny Miller calls his blog Jew Eat Yet? I don't guess I'd enjoy reading a blogger who plays clever word games. Nah.

I'm gonna try one more.

Paperback Writer.

This one has possibilities. She likes Hello Kitty. I'm not sayin', I'm just sayin'.

But wait; she fails to mention karaoke when discussing The Turtles' song.

Geez, Neil, nothin' good here at all. Guess I'm gonna have to start drinking Wine with Dinner.

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Friends of Neil, please note: my regular readers (Neil among them) will understand that I am making fun of no one but myself, and that I am complimenting your blogs. You're new here; you don't know about my shoe collection, or what I mean by sprachspiel, or how my students have driven me to drink, or my karaoke obsession, or what a dork I am when it comes to dating. I hope you'll stick around and become an FOS, Friend of Sass, and find out, though.