It’s beginning to look a lot like a poll…

–Er…owing to tech difficulties with the poll that was originally in this entry – as detailed in the next entry up – the poll in question is currently located in the next entry past that. Would it be possible to blame this whole thing on cabin fever, do you think?

The muse works in strange ways. Merely walking home from the subway this evening, for instance, I was moved to present Winter in Southern Ontario, a drama in one act:

Snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow freezing rain snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow rain snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow…

In case it isn’t absolutely clear by now, this piece expresses the following deep and resonant theme: I should not be wiping frozen ice crystals off my eyebrows in frelling MARCH, people!

December, yes, I can see that. What is falling out there now – ie., March – is by family tradition ‘Charlie Brown snow’, a reference to the easily-animated fat little round flakes from the Christmas special…which, do I even have to point out, is all-December, all the time. Not once is March even mentioned, not even in passing. It is times like these that make me think we need a new special: You Lied to Me, Charlie Brown.

Sure, you laugh and tell me to relax and enjoy the cozy time indoors. Well, I have news for you, cupcake: more time indoors @ Shoe Central means more time to spend on this blog. Seeing as how we’re ten days into the reinvention project and the only thing we’ve established so far is  that I need serious help in the Person I Most Want to Be Cooped Up With For a Long Time dept…

…Oh good, I was wondering how we were going to segue into the actual topic of the week. You see, in the course of thinking about ways to be more interesting the other day – or any day – it occurred to me that I hadn’t actually stopped and taken inventory of my current level of engaging.
I mean, sure, I’m a middle-ish-aged woman who lives with her mother and two cats (roughly in that order), working as an admin assistant…but there must be something here I can build on. Other than random comedy teams, that is. I think we can all agree that that one is about ready for the Dave Barry gag. (“I hereby sentence you to read three pages of Shoebox blathering on about the subtle-yet-pervasive use of irony by Stiller and Meara.” “Nooooooooo!!”)

At any rate, this snowy weekend is going to be devoted to finding out, in two parts this time.

Part one has to do with something I’ve noticed while reading the readership stats on my last couple entries…yes, smart person, that I have a readership in the first place, hardy-har-har. Actually, what I was about to say is that I’ve discovered I have something of a repeat readership; ie. a small-but-apparently-growing cadre of people who keep coming back for more blather. Of course, thanks to my own smart-Alec tendencies, I have no idea why. Kalan Porter fans, for instance, tend to be a kind patient lot, at least most of them.

Now, right about here is where the people who know me well will be expecting the desperate plea for comments. Well, the good news is I’m not quite that foolish. It does not surprise me in the least that this journal hasn’t been a hotbed of lively backchat; despite every effort to figure out why, this is baseline for everything text-based I participate in, from peer reviews in grade nine English onward. I think I must give off some sort of response-repellent field, is my last best guess.

So I’ve moved on…with the help of another recent discovery: the poll function in LiveJournal. Writing out a full-scale comment may be work, but in my experience very few people can resist the urge to just clik a little button.
With that in mind, I present the first (and if this works out, the last!) butterfly mind Reader Survey. Be bold! Be truthful! Be…uh…maybe just a wee little bit forgiving? And if you do feel like commenting after all, I’ve enabled the screening thingy again, so feel free to nag away in anonymity.

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