We Interrupt This Blog
(Pardon the private message.)
Brother K and/or Fiancée W: I know you're reading the blog. Show yourself.
And then think twice whether or not you really want to read all these intimate details about me. I mean, it only seems fair you should share also. But then again, I'm not sure I want to know.
Brother K and/or Fiancée W: I know you're reading the blog. Show yourself.
And then think twice whether or not you really want to read all these intimate details about me. I mean, it only seems fair you should share also. But then again, I'm not sure I want to know.
posted by Katie at 2:51 PM
11 Comments:
Gosh, I can't even imagine what it would be like to find out someone's reading your blog and you don't know it! I mean, like someone IRL who's found your blog. Like that.
Hee!
I know my mother in law reads mine, but I still find it weird when other people I know find it. But overall I tend not to write anything I wouldn't say to people directly anyway (which isn't much!).
Bah, I'll cop to it! You were bragging all about your blog’s notoriety and wide audience, and delivering said spiel with but a halfhearted caveat: "but don't read it, okay?" Sure, like that’s gonna happen. You HAD to have known when you told me about your wonderful blog that you were inviting me to seek it out. And it doesn’t really matter if the invitation was overt or covert in nature, since the practical result is the same. Human nature dictates the satiation of piqued curiosity.
To clarify my point: If you’re a teenage girl trying to keep a diary private and hidden from your siblings, you don’t tell them you have a juicy journal under your pillow… “But don’t read it, okay?” Riiiiggghhhtt. If you want to keep it private, you don’t tell them about it to begin with.
Furthermore, I would point out that this public “calling out” brings into question the veracity of your alleged desire for familial secrecy where your blog is concerned. A simple telephone call or email would have been more consonant with that ideal, but you chose the “hey look everybody, my brother is reading my blog” route.
So I would posit, ma grande sœur, that this whole fandango is intended to sate some subconscious desires.
Besides, I generally find you tell me more in our personal conversations about the issues at hand than I have ever found out through reading your blog, so I suppose it all boils down to being a non-issue.
K
I think you all have found out a lot about brother K.
Number one: He's a smartie, eh?
Heh heh heh...so funny how these sibling dramas repeat themselves over the years...so you're still ambivalent about keeping your secrets and he's still nosy.
My mother's baby sister (who sniffed out my former blog and who I "called out" but who was too chickenhearted to comment) became livid just last year because she sent my grandfather a CD-ROM of pictures of my newborn youngest child (including a few of herself with him, but none of my mother with him) and he asked why there weren't any of my mom (who he hadn't laid eyes on in several years). Apparently she told him to just take it outside and stomp on it if that's how he felt...
It's almost enough to make me glad I'm an only child...LOL!!!
Oh, brother K. Your comment eliminates the need for so, so many explanatory blog entries.
Although, at least he owned up.
Funny, though, I seem to recall this week not being about anyone else but you. Pregnant you! I didn't really hear any congratulations in his comments. Surely he just must have forgotten.
Not forgotten in the least. I have lurked on sister's blog, but our relationship is a real life affair. Subsequently, that's where our intimacies occur. And when I say that it's not meant to decry the bloggerverse, but rather to implore you to give credence to context.
To wit, our relationship is one of my very most valued. I offered my congratulations many times over and in many ways before this virtual interchange. And in light of my talk about context, I think you all should know sister called me after my post here. We were both laughing before a word was spoken.
I have offered continual support and love to sis and partner, whom I would do anything for. They know it. I know they know. They know I know they know. And I know they know that I know they know. And so on.
Sis, I think the possibility exists that this discourse between you and I is being somewhat misinterpreted by your loyal readership.
Please folks, don’t let the abundance of wry spirits whiskey you away. It’s a family recipe. Good spirits, but an acquired taste, perhaps. Well, at least online, where the intricacies and minutia of communication are often lost in the glare of written word.
K
OMG this is hilarious! I love your bro!!
A million congrats and best wishes for a happy & healthy baby! :)
Hey, step off, bro!!! It is girls only round here hahaha!
I can appreciate anyone using the word "fandango."
And hey, my dad reads my blog. According to B, it's stranger still to meet someone at lesbian playgroup who says, "Oh, I read your blog." It's very 2006.
Everybody reads my blog. Even my mother's church pastor. My best friend's less-than-sane mother-in-law, and god only knows who else.
Once that baby (knocking wood again) is born, you can forget it. The family will check in constantly to hear news of the widget.
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