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Seriously, give Golf Widow two bucks and she’ll just volunteer to write you a guest entry.
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Weetabix is kind of like Curly Howard of the Three Stooges. No, I don’t mean she looks like him, or even acts like him. I mean she’s everybody’s favorite. No one ever says, “Moe” or “Larry” when asked “Who’s your favorite of the Three Stooges?” Only the occasional rebel will volunteer any sort of preference for Shemp, and anyone who says either of the “Joe” Curlies is just plain suspect.
Back when Diaryland was the only way to fly, Weetabix was absolutely my favorite, so fricking popular she couldn’t break a fingernail without at least five hundred readers running to her rescue. I aspired to be that popular, but circumstances conspired against me:
1) She’d been doing this far longer than I had. Time was on her side.
2) She really was just that good.
This wasn’t like the evil girls in high school, where you could hate them for being popular, even though they hadn’t done anything wrong. Weetabix earned her following by being the best. And it was impossible to hate her. So I jumped on the bandwagon and loved her. Still do. Always will.
Times have changed, technologywise, of course. Weetabix is still a hundred percent loyal to Diaryland. After a combination of growing pains on my part and terrible service to me on Diaryland’s part, I took my leave of that venue and moved out of the diary pond into the vast unknown ocean of Blogs.
It makes me less caring about being the popular one, since in a pool this astronomical, it’s just plain impossible for someone like me to stand out as original. Which means I have to just write for myself, and if anyone else gets anything out of it, it’s a bonus, but it can’t be my ultimate goal, because I’d just be setting myself up for failure.
The fact that Weetabix, still in the Diaryland pond, manages nevertheless to glow in the blog ocean like one of those weird biophosphorescent swimming things you see on the Discovery Channel, is therefore both frustrating and awe-inspiring to me.
The only thing keeping me from saying that Weetabix is my FAVORITE favorite anymore is that I haven’t got one single favorite anymore. Being outside of Diaryland has led me to have, literally, thousands of blogs on my reading list as opposed to the seventy-five or so I used to read on Diaryland. She’s still ONE of my favorites though …
… because she’s still just that good.
P.S. When I say “weird biophosphorescent swimming thing”, I mean it in the nicest possible way.
And holy hell, if I would have known she was going to write all of these awesome complimentary things, I totally would have felt guilty for taking advantage of her generosity by basically giving her half what I spend day on my morning mocha. And because she carefully tiptoed around the fact that I hardly update anymore and really don’t have any kind of following whatsoever, I’m going to pretend that she didn’t compare me to a jellyfish.
I will also point out that this is not the first time Ms. Widow has been a guest poster on this site.
If you want your own such deal (and seriously, you’d be daft not to take her up on this), head over here, throw two bucks into the tip jar and then wait for the goodies to arrive. And also, if you want more of her golfy goodness, buy a copy of her her book over on Amazon.
Also, feel free to leave a comment telling me what you’ll do for me for two bucks. I’m all about stimulating the economy when it’s for my own lazy gains. Mwuhahahaha!
