I was checking my referrers today, and found this one among them: The Girl Next Door. She has a link to me because we’re both on the BlogHer Blogroll.
So I’m glancing over her site with minimal interest, and then I see this post and am jolted to attention. You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me. She’s reading Every Woman’s Battle.
Enthralled with this person who was happily swallowing such bullshit, I read on. And the coincidences got weirder and weirder. It’s like she’s the non-heathen version of me. She lives in Atlanta and says this in her bio: “My true passion is web development and design.”
They call this synchronicity, right?
I’m going to refrain from ripping into her too badly, though. Blog fighting is lame, and I’m really a nice person, ya know? (Just a heathen.) And she’ll probably end up here when she sees me in her referrer log, which she obviously checks compulsively, being a geek and all.
Merry Christmas… I’m a bitch.
(And If this provokes some kind of rabble in the comments, I’m just going to shake my head, sigh, chuckle, and NOT GET INVOLVED.)
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Gah, it looks more like her true passion is 800×450px mastheads. Jesus Usability Christ!
And she left the “Valid XHTML” link on her Sidebar, but when you click it: Failed validation, 249 errors.
That’s pretty bad, and very non-geeky. I at least had the sense to take that link off my page since I’m nowhere near valid anything…
It is okay for the rabble in the comments.
I am, what I like to call, a blog “bouncer”. See, I have this thing. Wherein I write absurd bullshit for one or two comments and then WHAM! a bitchslap with a treatise of my honest thoughts and then no one says shit afterwards (’cept you sometimes, but you get my vote for YES! to ruling the school. And I always knew I liked Penn for some reason.)
I don’t know why I’m a threadkiller. Just the way I was born. We can’t choose these things, you know.
And you? Ixnay on teh frizay? It wouldn’t be a fray withoutcha!
Melissa,
Me too. This is me with a fresh thread to comment on:
That’s when I blow it. That’s when people like us gotta forge ahead, Melissa, am I right?
WTF is that quote?
Anyone who doesn’t recognize Tommy Boy quotes risks losing serious points in my book.