Guest Blog Entry #1
Dat L. writes:
I was sprawled out on the lawn just the other day. The summer breeze was blowing through my hair and across my body. It’s nice to have a large oak tree to lie under while the shade protects you from the light of the summer’s rays. I watched an ant crawl up slowly along a blade of uncut grass. As he reached the peak of the blade, the green lifeless leaf slumped over… as if from the weight of the tiny insect. It tipped towards the next blade of grass and as the ant neared, it transferred its weight and left the previous one, as if it were swinging from vine to vine like a chimpanzee. I watched this glorious little ant repeat the process over and over before reaching the sleeve of my white t-shirt. Just then it hit me: I realized I really needed to quit drinking before noon.
Guest Blog Entry #2
A Gwen who is not me but who is just as valuable to the world writes:
I found Gwen a few years ago, before she was a world, when she was just a town, while trying to track down an appropriately Gwenesque domain to purchase (that horrible woman back east had already scooped up all the top gwen domains for her daughter. I am especially irritated by this because she uses them to sell dorky kids’ costumes, and, I have just looked, now she’s not even doing that anymore. Those lovely Gwen.*s are just sitting there, doing nothing at all! Oh, the indignity…) and was charmed, but not surprisingly so, because Gwens can be very charming, and I was a wee bit jealous, because this here Gwen can draw and I can’t, and because she is much funnier than I am. I may have e-mailed Gwen something to that effect at the time, because I like to e-mail people when I enjoy their sites; I figure it’s all karma — everyone, especially me, likes hearing how enjoyable they are, and if I do it enough, someone will eventually e-mail me out of the blue saying how charming I am, too. A more recent Gwen thing is that I finally, for the first time to my knowledge anyway, have been listed in someone’s links with the Gwen before you. I am designated as Gwen 2, so I guess I need to work a little harder.
Guest Blog Entry #3
Emily of Australia writes:
Winter Warmers
Have you ever noticed that when it’s summer, you wish it was winter, and when it’s winter, you wish it was summer ?? I do. All summer I moaned and complained about how hot it was, how much I was sweating, how I couldn’t ride my horse until 7pm, how much I wanted to work in an office that was AC’ed, and the big shout out – HOW MUCH I WAS A WINTER PERSON!! But now that it’s winter, I’m reneging on my promise of Winter Love. I hate it!! I couldn’t be any colder. Well, I probably could be, if the icicles would melt off my ass and allow me to move to a colder place. But why would I want to do that?? I would like to take this opportunity to say to all the people who heard me say I was a winter person that I’m a sad assed liar. I hate winter. Every morning when I have to roll out of bed in the dark to go to work, I wish I could yell “Feed yourselves horses, take your own damned rugs off, clean your own stables!!” And then I’d get out of bed at like 10am and drink hot coffee and watch episodes of CSI all day. But I don’t…It’s like when you’re sick you know?? When you are sick, you can’t imagine how it feels to be well, and when you are feelin’ good, you can’t remember how it felt to have tonsillitis. Try it, I bet you can’t. Told ya!! I’ve come to the conclusion that some part of my brain has been tapped by Ol’ Man Winter and his minions. They put this thing in my head and it makes me long for Winter as I stand wilting in the sun. But I’m on to it, I know the score, I will not be a slave to them any more. I’ve decided that I’m a spring person. Warm days & nights, baby animals, flowers, green grass. Yep, I’m a spring person. Well, at least until next spring arrives…
