November 2008

In Nov 2008 I was doing nanowrimo (the same story as I'm working on now) so not many posts. But what was funny is that I wrote the shortest post I've ever written, and it generated the most comments ever.

The post was simply this:

 

I was glad a Democrat had won the US presidential race, but one of my lovely friends made the mistake of posting a cynical comment, which set off a whole debate. Twain said humour was "Tragedy + time" (totally true) and I think cynicism is "Nice stuff + time." [I say cynical, but the comments may have just been realistic commentary on Obama-policy. I don't remember. You get the point! I don't want to start the debate again!]

Anyway, this was my next post:

A month or two ago I complained about all my political friends moving away. CLEARLY I was crying out for a political argument. And where my Supposed Friends there for me? Did they start a big assed argument in September or October? No! They waited until November, when I'm supposed to be writing a novel in one month. ...Nobody loves me. I go away and cries into my unwritten book.

And the next:

In light of my last post, I have decided to turn over all my email correspondence and blogs to Oscar the Human Resource Puppy, until November is over.

I first hired Oscar straight out of a bin at Maxi's, when I was having a bad day as a manager at my job (years ago.) Because you can sit him on the chair and tell him all your problems. And he wears his calm smile, and listens attentively, and pats you on the hand (if you move his paw for him.)







And finally: