To begin this week’s Recap, I’ll point out a couple of changes to the Blogs of Note: I unlinked the Weblog Wannabe (more blog than journal, and I like journals) and added Dragon Ink and Blogatelle. There may be more additions over the course of the next week. Maybe I should change that to “Journals of Note.” Oh well.
Also, there are a few MIAs this week. Argephontes, Phoemeister and Fluttergirl are all on trips of one sort or another. It saves me some time, I suppose, for which I ought to be grateful.
- Leading off the roll-call, Jessy is finally packed and ready for her move (due to take place next Tuesday). We probably won’t hear from her for a while, but we know that she thinks Kenneth Branagh’s “Hamlet” is the best rendition out there. I would beg to differ, but that’s a conversation for another day.
- At debris.com we learned more about the pitfalls and excitement of buying (and selling) a home. “There’s just the matter of the carbon monoxide from the heater; that’s the SILENT KILLER, you know.” And Wendi wants to buy a house some day. *shudder*
- One of our new entries, Blogatelle, presents us with an open letter to “compensating for something” drivers. We also get pictures of puppies, a very fine treatise on (part of) what’s wrong with major league baseball lately, and of course the Online Barcode Generator. Lots of good stuff, folks.
- Jason of Q Daily News experienced the strange intersection of online existence and meatspace this week. He also revels, as do I, in the search for NEOs. His plans for after the weekend include moving from Manila to Moveable Type.
- Captain Rooba wonders how cat food manufacturers know that a given product has a “superior new taste.” He also gave us a recap of last weekend, including sandcastle building and Godzilla time. And last but not least, Rooba’s Sister appears to be the queen of the Rooba’s Remix.
- Emily got to drive the sexy bright red mustang convertible. She also stopped during a bike ride to experience some of the weirdness and wonder of nature, including the mortality of dragonflies. And we shouldn’t forget about the odd souvenir of her parents’ trip.
- The everlovin’ Melpster is, according to one survey, a silkie chicken. You’re right, I don’t want to know either. She also learned of some new work-related stresses of the unusual kind. That is, unusual for those of us who don’t expect to deal with gun-toting looneys on a regular basis.
- Apparently fully recovered, Snappy the Clam is making up for lost time. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s blog-related commentary, mostly about (against) Dave Winer, et al. Damned good reading, and I’m thrilled to see Snappy back in action once more after his very-serious hospital stay.
- Sar of Dragon Ink had a Cheeto party of some sort, an Amy Grant moment, and a conversation about sex changes. We got to see photos from the ill-fated day at the waterfall. She also spends too much money on books and movies and posters and the like, but don’t we all?