A friend and I had a chat about liking things on facebook. Now, I’m not on facebook myself (long feminazi rant, if you’re ever interested…), but I think if I were, I’d like things. Why? It’s very minimalist. You don’t need to say anything. It’s like you just drew a giant air heart in an attempt to express something words could never describe.
… speaking of which, Nate and Bec’s friend came for a weekend visit awhile back. We had pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Bec asked Nate if he had cooked the entire pound of bacon, to which I replied, “I can’t think of any reason why you wouldn’t cook an entire pound of bacon.” Aforementioned friend looked at me with admiration, said “Jenny…”, and drew a heart with his fingers. Nothing more needed to be said. For that moment in time, he and I understood each other perfectly. Words can’t express that feeling, though if I had to try, it’d probably come out something like “mm… bacon…”
So if you were disappointed by my recent post about Joy the Baker, I’m sorry. I’m sorry you don’t understand me better. And I’m sorry that your admiration of Joy (sometimes, I pretend we’re friends, and I call her by her first name, but not in a creepy way or anything…) is not so overwhelming that you can’t ever imagine putting it into words. I’m sorry. I really am.
… so some of you don’t get me at all, and that’s okay. I didn’t start blogging so that I could feel a false sense of approval from complete strangers, and I don’t intend to change that. I’m a soul-blogger! Nonetheless, those of you who do understand me deserve recognition, and thanks to the magic of google analytics, I know that you’re out there and stumbling upon my blog in a variety of delightful ways.
To those of you who found this blog by typing any of the following phrases into a search engine: is guilting a word, beshamed, biscone recipes, or grace potter… I love you. That’s right, I used the L word. And I sincerely meant it.
And a special heart to anyone who can name the disguised ’90s made-for-TV movie reference in this post.
P.S. And H is for H-A-T-E, which is how I feel about Psych changing the kid who plays “young Shawn”. I wish there were an emoticon for the face I’m making right now.
Damn’t I want the special heart!!! I know movies, almost all movies, but not many made for tv movies. Oh the horror, the inadequacy of me. I’m going to go eat some potato chips now.
I fully expected my sister or brothers to get this almost immediately. I am therefore concluding that they have forgotten everything from their respective childhoods or they don’t read my blog that often. You decide which is more likely.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brink!
She’s a soul-blogger. She doesn’t do it for the fame or the fortune, rather the 90’s-hippie-pride fun of it.
I resent that I can’t earn one of your special hearts because I didn’t get the 90s made-for-tv movie reference…but in my defense, I didn’t have cable t.v. in the 90s and therefore had to spend my time pursuing other entertainment options. (Hence all those crazy off-the-wall hobbies I seem to have…)
I will just have to earn a special heart with the awesome lunch that I brought to work that is cleverly disguised as lasagna with buttery garlic toast.