Blog Wars

I missed the whole blog war. I took a weekend off and did not read a single word and came back yesterday and everybody was dissin' everybody else.

Some people were firing off barbs against the Popular Crowd (yada yada)*; feelings got hurt; shots were fired; prisoners taken. There was some kind of secret club with a secret handshake. Spies for the Popular Crowd used the nifty 'cut and paste' feature on their computers to email the barbs to the targets. More barbs; more unpleasantness.

Well, I have always said that if you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all, so I will start a love fest** because I really do love all of those funny ladies: Tertia, Julia, Jo, Karen, Julie (asshole).

...and now we will return to our regularly-scheduled soap opera...


* (Surprised, aren't you, that yours truly isn't in the 'IN' crowd? Yeah, well, I guess I am still in high school...poor little fat geeky girl with her nose plastered to the window...)

** (Ass-kisser)