Twas Brillig

(For about three seconds, I tried this in Iambic Pentameter. It was a disaster. I gave up. Don’t judge me–you would have given up too.)

Forsooth, there were a couple of posts here earlier. Each of them, one at a time, has left this world of bloggingness.

Dear, dear Blogger, I salute you in your plight to confuse me.

I especially salute you in deleting posts that, really, weren’t my favorite. How did you know?

One of the deleted posts was about me wondering why no one is voting for me, the other was wishing myself a happy bloggy birthday. Both a bit narcissistic, I suppose.

Yea and verily, Blogger. I behold and hearken to thee, that Narcissus doth not bear fair blogposts. Oh thou foul Blogger fiend, oh foulest of bloggingness. Perhaps thou wouldst that I should blot out the whole blog… (I hate to point it out to you, but you left a few Meme’s and interviews and “look at me, I’m so cool” posts behind. I almost feel like narcissism has won a few small victories.)

However, I daren’t declare war, or even acknowledge that YOU may have already declared war. I refuse to see your glove at my feet, I refuse to see your drawn sword.

War with Blogger would be strategy at its worst. (I could make reference to that other war where strategy is, shall we say, lacking. But that would bring me off topic and have people jumping down my throat–and not in a good way–and this post isn’t really about that.)

I spent many, many hours creating my banner and my overall design. I can just see you, Dear Blogger, out of spite, turning it flourescent pink. With flowers. And a chijuajua.

(Could you really hate me so much???)

We can resolve this. Peacefully. If you continue to lose posts that I really didn’t like anyway, I see no reason why we can’t keep things amicable. Perhaps you’re just trying to do me a service.

Blogger: “Because I like Brillig so VERY much, I’m going to delete all of her crappy posts.”
Brillig: “Thanks, Sweety. But you missed a few…”
Blogger: “I’ll be back, darling.”
Brillig: *sighs contentedly*

And so I continue to appease you, make friends with you, stay true and loyal to you even when the prospect of my own domain beckons me. Perhaps I will ruthlessly use you, steal some of your coding, and move on someday, leaving a void in this wretched Blogspot. Perhaps I will be here forever. I cannot predict the future. Nay, I dare not! Because we’re really just getting to know each other still. And perhaps, just perhaps, you are the Romeo to my Juliet.

(Of course, they both ended up dead…)