{"id":889,"date":"2005-06-17T23:38:00","date_gmt":"2005-06-18T04:38:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2005\/06\/17\/admittances\/"},"modified":"2022-07-05T14:49:33","modified_gmt":"2022-07-05T12:49:33","slug":"admittances","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/2005\/06\/17\/admittances\/","title":{"rendered":"ADMITTANCES"},"content":{"rendered":"

As I was walking back to the car after dropping the kids off this morning, I passed a green corner of well-cared for, summer-leafed shrubs. No one was near me, but I could hear a snuffly panting low-voiced hih hih hih<\/i>. I looked around, a bit perplexed. It was coming from under the shrubs. Perhaps the Toby lookalike<\/a> that hangs out at the daycare occasionally was huffing up an early-morning hairball? I bent down and looked under the skirts of the shrubbery. 2 pairs of button eyes glanced my way before returning to their amorous activities. Hedgehog Love!<\/p>\n

Why can I give up on some books that are really bad after only reading a fifth, but a book that has POTENTIAL to get better keeps me trying and trying, even though I was suspecting it was another candidate for the scrap heap CHAPTERS ago? In this particular case, I keep reading because a friend whose book taste I trust recommended it, but woe is me, please let it get better soon. I wrote whoa<\/i> there for a moment, before snapping out of it and going back to correct my spelling. A Freudian slip telling me, AS IF I WERE A HORSE, to STOP READING the stupid book already? Hmmm…<\/p>\n

California Fevergirl Marilyn<\/a> has an interesting set of questions about blogging etiquette (amusingly titled Emily Post<\/i>) today. I also think a lot about the questions she raised and wonder sometimes how I come across on the garbo\/whore scale of being too aloof or too stalkeriffic when I’m leaving comments or linking to someone. I read A LOT of blogs, although less now, and much more hurriedly sometimes, than I did before I started my current job, since I have little more than a few snatched moments in any given work day to devote to anything other than work. I comment a lot too, partly because I’m genuinely interested in the friendship-building, interactive give-and-take of online relationships, and partly because I know how I<\/b> feel when I write something and no one responds.<\/p>\n

I admit to playing favorites.<\/p>\n

I admit to obsessive checking for comments.<\/p>\n

I admit to obsessive checking to see if YOU have updated today. And then wondering if it was something I said. And then wondering if you’re okay.<\/p>\n

I admit to wondering what is UP with some people.<\/p>\n

I admit to occasionally listening a little too long to my 8th-grade brain before properly squashing her.<\/p>\n

I admit to being completely floored every. single. time. I find myself on someone else’s blogroll\/link list. You like me, you really like me!<\/p>\n

I admit to not being anywhere as needy or validation-craving in real life as I might come across here. \ud83d\ude1b<\/p>\n

I admit to thinking that I started a few too many paragraphs with I admit<\/i> just now.<\/p>\n

I find the whole blogging thing hilarious and fascinating and trivial and wildly romantic and eye-rollingly stupefying and breathtaking and silly. Rather like the human condition. Hey, wait a minute…DOH!<\/p>\n

It seems to me that the basic rules of common courtesy and the oft-forgot Golden Rule apply even more to a milieu where it is so easy to misread tone and\/or forget that no one else is privy to the commentary going on in one’s head that seems so self-evident when the “Submit Comment” button is pushed.<\/p>\n

When someone takes the time to email me, I always respond. I am not always as good about initiating contact via email, however, and I’m ashamed of that slacker tendency of mine, but not enough obviously as the habit still stands. I don’t, however, feel the need to respond to every comment I get, although I’m always thrilled to get them. Some comments don’t need or warrant a response, but that doesn’t mean that I’m ignoring them. I’m right here, in front of my screen, nodding and smiling at you. Shaking my head in commiseration. Wondering. Thinking.<\/p>\n

There are other little “rules” of blog etiquette that I subscribe to, but I don’t expect others to automatically subscribe to them just because I do. My main supposition about everyone reading this journal, whether or not you’re a friend, a frequent conversation-starter, a merciless pun instigator<\/a>, an occasional drive-by commenter or a lurker who remains faceless and anonymous, is that you, like me, have a life away from your computer, one that pulls you in several different directions, that demands a lot of you in both good ways and bad ways, that is always changing, and that ultimately has top priority.<\/p>\n

Really Great Writing Out There Right Now<\/b>: I, by I<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

As I was walking back to the car after dropping the kids off this morning, I passed a green corner of well-cared for, summer-leafed shrubs. No one was near me, but I could hear a snuffly panting low-voiced hih hih hih. I looked around, a bit perplexed. It was coming from under the shrubs. Perhaps the Toby lookalike that hangs out at the daycare occasionally was huffing up an early-morning hairball? I bent down and looked under the skirts of the shrubbery. 2 pairs of button eyes glanced my way before returning to their amorous activities. Hedgehog Love! Why can...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[8],"class_list":["post-889","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","tag-blogalicious"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/889","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=889"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5630,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/889\/revisions\/5630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lizardek.com\/blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}