Guestbook
Hi. This guestbook is a relic of the early Jablog days of my journal. I’ve closed the comments not because I don’t enjoy the greetings and musings posted here, but simply because it’s the primary target of spam comments.
Hi. This guestbook is a relic of the early Jablog days of my journal. I’ve closed the comments not because I don’t enjoy the greetings and musings posted here, but simply because it’s the primary target of spam comments.
June 14th, 2004 at 12:00 pm
Beautiful Katyenka, I’ve so been enjoying your company online. Your mum gave me instructions on how to access your site which, for whatever reason, took me to the Thought Distillery first. Took a minute to find a link to you, during which time I realized that I had unearthed Mr. McCammon. I’ve been amusing myself with (and imposing myself upon) his website ever since. What an amusing fellow he is- but then, I do remember that his quiet ways could be interrupted by something profoundly amusing from time to time. I hope he does not feel plagued by an inconvenient reacquaintance; perhaps I should have made my comments anonymously so as not to frighten him into another dark hole. So, tell me the story of "blogging"; how does one become qualified to occupy such a niche in cyber space? Am I to be considered a shameful leach by reaping the benefits of everyone else’s inline literary toils without offering a site of my own? If so, I cannot brag to be any kind of a considerate hostess. I have always thought myself to be an old-fashioned kind of a girl; technology and change do not agree with me. Paper and pen are certainly more romantic than a computer screen but also more work. I can’t ignore the convenience of reading up on your daily adventures and actually being able to respond to them while they are still relatively fresh. I would and do put off writing a letter. Shameful not to live up to one’s ideals when they are so easily within grasp; empty postcards and beautiful papers abound in my stationary collection, practically overflowing from my desk. Think of the arthritis I could bring on if only I would have a care to write down a thought or two every once in a while! And who doesn’t enjoy recieving real mail? Actual, physical, three dimensional mail…
June 29th, 2004 at 12:00 pm
Just tried to leave a comment on your latest fascinating blog. I typed (and typed, and typed, windy as I am), I saved (as usual), and it… DISAPPEARED! Dammit, I was eloquent! This is what I get for overcommenting and trying to take over your blog. Maybe I need one of my own. If that gusty comment doesn’t show up somewhere I will be discouraged, possibly even from trying to resubmit my thoughts. How will I ever remember THAT long speech again? Serves me right. Hey, just put a restraining order on me. I can just stare at your beautiful blog from across the street. Hmm, this is getting perverted; I think I’m developing an unhealthy crush on your blog…
July 1st, 2004 at 12:00 pm
L. Claude, I shall never again underestimate your capacity for blog obsession. It seems you were lurking about just as I posted the entry, then deleted then re-posted it (don’t ask why - stupid obsession on my part and I won’t be doing it again!) I am so so sorry to have lost your immediate eloquent response. As for unhealthy crushes online, well, I have no room to criticize anyone but myself! Oh, and if you’d like your own blog I can show you how…push the drugs around you know (”Want some, little girl?!”)
July 2nd, 2004 at 12:00 pm
Sounds tempting, but if I even THINK about trying to take on a blog site, I may shamefully be referred to Mr. McCammon’s Following Through department. Like I need another project! I should be planting bamboo in my back yard before it dies. Instead I am frying my eyes on the internet (my bamboo shopping source). Currently on my projects lists are endeavors such as creating back yard ambiance of a Japanese "flavor" including a water feature. Shrubs destined to surround the as yet undug area have been overwintered from last year. The pricey bamboo has been waiting for over a fortnight. The day is a beauty: skies are blue and sunny, the air is dry and full of birdsong. Yet my gardening waits. I did walk downtown to the library today to look for some new dance music, but that is the only thing on my long list of TO DO which I have managed to complete. With any of my usual tendancies, this whole internet thing will prove to be but a passing phase, as most of my cyber surfing usually is; every couple of months, I spend a day or two looking up a compiled list of interests, then let it go into dormancy until another little list grows. At least there is no competition for computer space around here; Mr. T. spends endless uninterrupted time with his secondary consort. Hey, this novel should have been an e-mail. Or MAYBE my own blog entry…uh-oh! I’m going for my shovel RIGHT NOW!
October 29th, 2004 at 12:00 pm
I’ve been so spoiled by the entertainment of you bloggers! I’m beginning to whimper because I have nothing new to read about your juicy West coast lives. Have to keep my rotten comments to myself. It does tempt one to start a blog so one can chatter endlessly without worrying whether or not anyone is listening. But why bother when I can just hide in your guestbook and blabber away, no harm done. No need to overcomplicate my life when I can sneak into this closet and leave my trail of thoughts. Will you still love me, I wonder, when it comes time to clean house and you find my rat’s nest jumbled amongst your old hockey sticks and prom dresses?
December 11th, 2004 at 12:00 pm
Katie, je n’envoie pas ce message pour faire un commentaire de tes articles (mon anglais n’est pas assez bon pour pr tendre les comprendre avec pr cision…) sinon pour t’envoyer mes meilleurs souvenirs depuis S ville en Espagne et te souhaiter de joyeuses f tes de No l! Je t’embrasse bien fort,
Christine
January 10th, 2005 at 12:00 pm
Here’s a file for the complaint dept.: your entries are becoming so full of symbolic words and links that I don’t understand what is being conveyed in half of them, even though there are a dozen links (which take forever to check) to help sort it all out. Just what was going on with your dogs during the flood?
March 8th, 2005 at 7:55 pm
Woo-hoo first guestbook comment of the new and improved P.Saga site!
Looking good so far sis, except I do need to point out that you have Cave Canem labeled as all about Gordon and the canine world, and I’m sure miss Maddie would be very disappointed if she didn’t get included in the title for the new page. Very excited that you’ll soon be up and running again in the blogging world, I’ve missed you!
March 31st, 2005 at 8:41 pm
Aw, man! Blog entries with inaccessible links get me down!
What the heck about your cartoonist? Why must I fear walking my dog? Huh?
April 2nd, 2005 at 12:24 pm
Lovely L. Claude, anytime you approach the Salon, they ask that you view an advertisement (once a day) before they let you read. I changed my links about the assault in San Diego and the WayLay comics, but sometimes it’s just gotta be Salon. ‘Cause I’m addicted.
April 3rd, 2005 at 2:52 pm
Thanks for catering to the grumpy stubborn folk!
August 9th, 2005 at 8:50 pm
Pedestrian Saga, you are such a beautiful woman, I just loved viewing the pics of you in your periwinkle gown; I even turned to your mom and asked, “Why do I feel like crying when I look at your daughter?” ‘Cuz she’s truly babe-alicious, says I. And because I don’t get my DRA of your spiffing, simply ripping personality like I should. I need some more Saga! It must go on!
October 26th, 2005 at 5:54 pm
You realize your chere mama is giving out this addy so everyone at school will be commenting on your comments..
Interesting, very interesting!
November 10th, 2005 at 6:24 pm
Ooh, yer leaving Captions.
Who knows? Mite be a good move.
I always looked for your face when I swept through the swamp.
now, it’ll just have to be eddie premetz again.
Your Friend,
Deke Babamoto
November 30th, 2005 at 5:25 pm
looked at some pics on the distillary site. your smile on the way up there is a call to all the lost souls in the angles. laundry sounds fun the way you describe it. if i ever get to visit, i think i’ll bring my laundry along to do it with you.
March 20th, 2006 at 1:58 pm
What’s the expiration date on these pastries?
March 26th, 2006 at 2:01 pm
Hello. Just finally signing in to the guestbook. Perhaps I’ll comment from time to time, but mostly I plan to just read your interesting posts and either quietly enjoy them or silently go “eh”. (Kidding!)
By the way, I would love to hear much more from whoever Deke Babamoto is!! Really, you should be posting more here and on Sergio Leone Infield Fly Rule! Especially with that crazy cool name, Deke!
-BOZWIGGLE
March 27th, 2006 at 10:58 pm
Hehhehheh! I know the secret of Deke Babamoto. Venture across the hall one day, and that secret shall be revealed…
April 28th, 2006 at 5:14 am
Man, the service here is terrible! Where’s my breakfast?!
February 18th, 2007 at 10:26 am
Scott McCammon and Katyenka are so hot