Despair
This blog is in serious decline, and I am left to wonder: Who is to blame for this unfortunate situation? Is death near? Why is everybody looking at me? I have no answers for myself. Oh well. Can I really expect to succeed when my income is dependent upon the design and sale of outdated mobile phone faceplates? My newest model is constructed with moleskin and vulcanized unsalted butter. Sales have been swift, but I've been to the racetrack. And maybe I shouldn't have bought into that maritime faux-Tupperware scheme back in '89 - maybe then I wouldn't have so many disgruntled sailors darkening my door with their melted plastic serving bowls and morbid digestive complaints.
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I'm a blogspot neighbor, but I'm not here to borrow a cup of vistual sugar.
Reading your blog I thought to myself; there's a fine sensiblewoman over there. Maybe I should introduce myself. And so, etc.
Rats, I pressed Enter just as I saw that my space key hadn't!
(Perhaps instead of "vistual sugar," Chris meant "victual sugar"? Surely he didn't want any "virtual sugar" since the only virtue in sugar is its calories... )
But enough sweetness. I'm to blame for the decline of this blog. It is my responsibility and no one else's.
I linked to this blog and immediately it went into decline, therefore (post hoc, ergo propter hic hack hoc) I cause the decline.
My back: pat all you want. Thnk you vry mch.
I just landed here for the first time - thanks to an Old Horse'. It does feel like the shell of a blog. A blog in ruination. Echoey. A blog in 'despair'. But you, you must be strong, Esther Wilberforce-Packard. I have all but given up. Can you give hope to one who sits in a cold out-house listening to Gardeners' Question Time, dreaming of a garden as rich in colour as the neighbour's? I do hope so. I really do.
William Barret Travis shoulders the blame in my mind. I mean, Stephen F. Austin, Jim Bowie and Davy Crockett all went to the trouble to sport a styling set of sideburns (not to mention the outspoken efforts of David "The Guv" Burnet). But Travis' efforts were half-assed. He looks like a fraternity boy. How the hell do you expect to win a revolution without a good set of chops? Needless to say, Texas has gone down the shitter. And you know what they say: "As Texas goes, so goes Esther's blog."
Everyone seeks to take credit for the ruination of your site. Include me in. I have encouraged your weirdness, and as it has gotten weirder and weirder, you have reached the epitome of weirdness. And now it's all downhill. Too bad for you.
Ah, the fall of the blog of Esther; 'twas inevitable, one may suppose. Soon there will be but little left to recognize beneath the overgrowth of thick jungle foliage. The weird cries of unseen birds echoing throughout the sentinal forest. Wiry, orange-rumped monkeys throwing lord-knows-what at the dyspeptic tourists...
As I see it, the decline is in the comments. Everyone's monkey want's to emulate Ms. Packard, and falls quite flat in the effort.
Now the thought of monkeys falling flat brings hilarious thoughts to mind, but I am NOT going to join the fray...
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