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My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: eight new comments on old posts from strangers.


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My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: four new comments on old posts from strangers.

???!

My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: five new comments on old posts from strangers.

What the hell is going on?

My iPhone chimes, "New mail!" I check it: two new comments on old posts from strangers, and one of them congratulates me.

What for? Seriously, what the fresh hell is happening to my blog?

This went on all day yesterday. I truly had no idea what was happening and had no time at work to figure it out. It wasn't until about 7:30 last night that I began to understand that this here little hobby of a blog had been chosen by The Blogger Team as the Blog of Note for the day. To say this is an honor is an understatement. I never dreamed this corner lot in Blogaritaville would get this kind of traffic or following. It's like someone built a water park at the end of the street. And if I'm going to be honest, it's a little overwhelming and intimidating.

Hello, all you new people! We here at EILCC HQ are excited to have you but could you please not track internet dust into the lobby? We just had new floors installed. And you? Yeah, you over there sitting on the red couch? Please put your feet on the floor. Thank you.

According to the "Historie and Nature of Blogs of Note" the criteria for selection includes "good writing, good design, or original content or concept, or I just liked the name." This is fairly broad and leaves me wondering, why this one? At one time I'd have said Obscenity Week brought all the boys to the yard, but things have aged and slowed and tamed over here since then. I may never know why this blog was chosen so I'll be grateful rather than trying to analyze it:

THANK YOU BLOGGER TEAM AND EVERYONE WHO HAS STOPPED BY!

I hope I can live up to the hype. I suppose I'll move forward from this moment just being me since that's what got me here, The Land of Infinite Internet Fame and Fortune. My first act of keeping it real will be to go outside and pick up all the poop left in the back yard by these two adorable ruffians when they stayed at EILCC HQ last week:

Hello, Babysitter Lady!
We're the cutest Jehovah's Witnesses to ever visit your door.
Also, you need to paint your porch.

After pulling an all-nighter Saturday night (hello, mr. sun, so upsetting to see you) I woke up a short four minutes before I was supposed to be meeting the gals to celebrate miss ttmac's impending nuptuals with brunch. A harried "fuck! i just woke up!" call bought me some time but I was still showered and dressed - we all wore old bride's maids dresses, as you can see - and out the door in under 30 minutes.


I just received this Smilebox slideshow thank you card from the affianced and praised the blog gods for sending material.

ttmac, we are all so very excited for you and The Carpenter. On your own the two of you are amazing people; together you're off the (ball and) chain. Less than one week until you can have sex! Woot!

3/01/2009

Dear Miss Fancy Schmancy:

Posted by Gwen |


Greeting from Miss Gwen's house!  I just wanted to let you know that we arrived on Saturday, safe and sound, and to thank you ever so much for sending us to live with her.  She's great and already said she loves us very much!  Her house is really nice and I like it here.  







Bobo is having a hard time adjusting but found a place in the house where he feels comfortable and stays there most of the time.







He did, however, start coming around this afternoon while I was taking pictures.  He kept doing that Norm MacDonald "Wanderer" move that he thinks is so funny.













I, on the other hand, have been having a ball exploring my new home.  Today I learned the hard way that cactuses are prickly and kinda sting.

But Miss Gwen put some crestol salve on it and I was climbing the walls again in no time.

I like to sit here and make faces at her while she watches TV.  She said she imagines that's what it's like to watch TV with you, too.  That made me laugh.



Well, I have to go.  Miss Gwen says we're going to watch a movie about some guy named Steve Zissou.  I hope it's good.  Anyway, thank you again, Miss Fancy!  You picked a good home for us.  Miss Gwen is teaching me all kinds of things like how to count and roll the change in this jar and how to make email.  She said even a monkey could do it!  Maybe I'll send you one once I get good at it.

Yours In McGone,
George Monkey

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