no, i'm not going private, i'm too desperate for comments aka friends BUT i have to vent about the whole "private blog" thing. private blogger friends...don't stop reading and comment already about how it is better, i totally hear you. i don't have anything against private blogs and i understand that if you have a stalker or your kids are too cute they will be kidnapped the instant someone sees their picture...i totally understand. my beef is the message that you get when you try to log on to a private blog w/o and invite.....
"This blog is open to invited readers only. It doesn't look like you have been invited to read this blog. If you think this is a mistake, you might want to contact the blog author and request an invitation."
is it just me or does this read kind of snotty? every time i read it the voice in my head is some high school cheerleader with a pretend concerned face and then after she reads it she looks at her friends and laughs. i know that google tries to have a "user-friendly" voice, but this is ridiculous. it might as well say this:
"um, yeah, it looks like your not on the list for this party, do you even know this person? seriously."
i didn't know that google used former teen movie screenwriters for their prompt writing. its either that or i have some deep rooted issue with not being invited to things. i must have had some traumatic event happen in my life that causes me to take such offense, wait, i know what it was-high school. all of it.
maybe it was more like junior high. if i go to hell it will be canyon view junior high everyday. i will wake up every morning discover zits on my forehead, cut bangs too short, slick them back with gel and then they will stick up for the rest of the day. i will then go to the after school dance and get asked to dance by some guy who shakes the whole time and leaves sweat marks on my waist from his nervous hands. my elementary friends will start ignoring me and i will pretend to have mono so i can go home for lunch everyday because i have no one to sit by.
oh my goodness, that last paragraph came so fast, i guess i really do have issues with not being invited. faking mono is hard. don't make me do it again private bloggers!
ang
ps all in good fun
pps YES WE CAN!!!!!!!
18 comments:
I'm right there with you... my hell is Challenger Middle School when the only two guys who gave me the time of day were a michael jackson impersonator and a guy who thought that "please leave me alone" meant that I was playing hard to get. YIKES! So many cringe-worthy moments...
I promise to never go private... if only to show all those people from the middle school years that even I can grow up to be semi-awesome (or at least have a cute husband and baby).
I am peeing my pants right now! I havent laughed so hard in a long time....Sigh...tear... Thank you.
what are we afraid of? when i go to pick up my kids at school i park literally 10 yards from the entrance where they come out, and wait for them. this one chick always parks in front of me, takes her baby in car seat out and walks the 10 yards to get her kid and then walk to the car. honestly she can leave the poor kid in there for 10 seconds, its at least warm. i offered once to "watch" the baby while she walked in to get her kid, she looked at me like i was a baby stealer and declined. paranoia is rampant.
oh i hate double comments so sorry, but had to say you have some serious talent for making me laugh. i'm going to beg bill to hire you so i don't ever have to read about buckley getting kidnapped again.
this is why you are my best friend.
this is also why i vow never to go private. .... i don't care how snarky the bloggers are. bring it.
i hated jr high. and high school.
but i did just see the photos of us in OZ. you were a stunning glinda.
ang, read dear uncle buckles article in the halloween issue of sjrnews. total wierdness. it is a testament to the goodness and tolerance that resides in bill.
Brilliant! Brilliant! Angie--you are witty, clever and a-makin' me laugh out loud while I read. I have had the same feeling about that stupid "private blog" feeling--particularly when the blog belongs to someone who comments on my blog...don't comment on my blog and then tell me I can't even read yours! J/K...I don't wanna read yours..J/K-for reals. ( I am being very jr. high now) Was CanyonView that bad? You shoulda gone to LakeRidge...
Also, speaking of teen movie writers--you should check out my friend Kristen Froberg's blog--there is a link to it on my blog--it is HIlarious--particularly if you find teenage high school drama movie filmy things a little too intense and you have to laugh...
love you!
Private bloggers reminds me of lame high school girls who form a club that no one else can be in. I heard of a group called the Slickers....
I so agree with you. I just tried to log on to a friends blog who went prviate in my abscence (sp) and it said for me to contact her. I have no idea what her email is. That is one of the points of the blog...
You have no idea how hard I am laughing right now! Junior High is a Beast...seriously. I was the boy crazy girl with too-thick glasses, a REALLY bad haircut (think side ponies and frizzies) and ill-fitting clothes. I frightened all the boys around me into the arms of my friends. I was...special. And not good special.
I look forward to you little writing treats...so keep writing!
the truth about when bloggers go private....
their blogs don't feed the RSS, so i forget about them and rarely read them.
Sounds like my 7th grade year. Have I been over that already? Probably.
I'm hiding my face right now in shame. I feel like all this anger is stemming from me. I was suppose to invite you and I lost the paper I wrote your email address on. I'm so sorry.
I agree with you it's like a slap in the face every time you see that message. And I hate that you can't request a invite or to be friends like you can on facebook and myspace. It's pretty lame.
Email me so I can invite you. kinkin424@hotmail.com
Can you just start posting directly to my blog - I want my friends and family to think I'm funny. btw - we didn't make it to Peter Pan but I heard from more than one person that Tinkerbella stole the show...
all this time and i didn't know you had a blog! i love this post.
i refuse to believe that your junior high years were anything like you describe. you are engraved on my mind as the coolest girl i knew...who i wanted to look just like, and yes i'll admit it...a little intimidated by. i know all my old monticello friends will back me up on that.
OK, jokes up... grab your husband and tell him it is time for all of us to get together... I knew Seth would marry someone fabulous... but the degree of fabulousness is almost overwhelming. (And I'm not sure if Seth told you, but I was pretty awesome back in the day... and so I'm pretty sure we'd have a good time)
Seriously, I'm not asking for best-friends lockets, BFF status or even to be Christmas Card buddies...we don't actually do one since we don't have dogs or kids (well, not a kid officially. But I'm not sending a card looking like the stay-puff marshmallow man's wife) and I think there's something a little odd about just a picture of me and my guy to send to the universe. But I'm sure people do it.
But we need to get together. I need a good laugh, have a crazy suspicion you're the perfect one to provide, and you wouldn't deny that to a pregnant woman, would you?
CALL US!;)
-suite
Oh and I seriously loved this post. I read it to my hubbie the other day and we were dying!
Hey Angie, it's Melody from work! I found your blog through Kinders, I hope you don't mind! All the furniture and work your husband has done on your house is amazing! I think he will do very well! I wish my hubby could build me stuff! :) Have a good one, see ya at work!
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