11.29.2008

Sitting on a cornflake....

Actually, I'm doing no such thing, but Mr Collins happens to be playing that song.

Ecce me.

The vital question arises: what am I doing here?

Not to say I'm not the blogging type. Au contraire, mes amies. I've been blogging quite happily for two and a half years now. Blogging has given me more friends than I could have asked for. But, with a certain degree of stubbornness, I refused to get a Blogger, even when most of those friends abandoned our former cyberhaunts in favor of whatever it is Blogger has to offer... that certain je ne sais quois, I suppose.

Yes, I am using French to make you hate me. The unfortunate act is, I tend to think in a blurry jumble of English, French, Latin, and the occasional Japanese idiom. What can't be cured must be endured.

The vital problem arises: what am I doing here?

Hopefully, learning to talk.

Yes. I know how to talk. Unfortunately, the two criticisms I get the most are 1) that I'm too secretive and 2) that I can't keep a secret. And yes, both of those have been known to come from the same person (who was a deeply confused individual, but there you have it.)

Evidently, something needs to be done, so I would like to exercise my ability to speak well. After all, isn't that what rhetoric is all about?

6 comments:

  1. You know it's going to be difficult for les bete Americans to read your blog? (that's a year of high-school French talking, so please correct me) You're going to force me to start learning another language. Shoot.

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  2. Oooh, another blog to read.
    yay.

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  3. Ah, yes...... so many words, so little to say....

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  4. Hey thank for following my blog!
    How are things?

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  5. There was a young lady from ride,
    Ate too many apples and died.
    The apples fermented inside the lamented,
    Made cider inside her inside.

    Or,

    Fuzzy Wuzzy was a chemist,
    Fuzzy Wuzzy is no more.
    What he thought was H20
    Was H2SO4.

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