Due to my upcoming graduation, my parents are flying once again to the lovely swamps of Memphis, an event that hasn’t happened since my favorite spouse graduated last December.
But even though apart, we have kept our relationship strong with the help of regular correspondence, mainly originating from their end.
Here for your viewing pleasure is a small sampling of that postmarked concern.
Brent,
Mom and I are very sorry to hear that you have a blog. I can only imagine how scary it must be for you to have to face this. Please see a specialist right away.
Praying for a swift recovery.
Your Dad
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Son,
I just wanted you to know how much your mother and I support you in this struggle with your blog. We hope it is not malignant.
Have you had it tested yet?
Love Dad
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Son,
Just a note to let you know that your mom and I have found a support group, Parents of Adult Children With Blogs. All of us are pulling for you to get better.
Some people at the group say that meditation can really help.
-Dad
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Dad is consulting a Blogologist over the puzzling matter of humor-blogs.com, and a phrenologist about the irascible enigma that is alltop.com
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You may also check out this timeless piece of classic ominous humor.
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You have very supportive parents! What a blessing!
My parents just hit me with a rolled up newspaper when ever they hear me typing…
My mom was thrilled when I started my blog, thinking she’d have lots of news about the kids and stuff. After reading it, she’s decided she doesn’t get most of it. I guess my posts are just a little too weird for her, but she still reads it. Tell your parents to give your blog a chance. Then again, maybe you’d better not. ;)
So, was it malignant?
I just hope you don’t develop the rash…
I’m just glad my parents didn’t live to see me, hunched over a keyboard late at night, frantically searching thesaurus.com for another word for another.
My father especially, would never have understood. He fought the Blogs in ‘45.
Yeah…my parents are like that too. Blogging is scary to them.
is this stuff called blog, contagious? I mean can I get it by kissing a girl or should I wear a rubber? If someone infected uses my computer and touches my keyboard, what kind of precaution should I take?
:-)
Stamp collecting. Nice hobby.
Suppose there could be worse hobby’s out there…
I always thought blogging was how you felt after eating too much.
Alas, my blogging is also expanding. Those overlords at the Appealing Commercial are adding such things to my daily workload.
I fear my parents should join that support group as well!
Then you’ll be happy to hear that even though the doctor himself is missing,Toboggans Industries is working on a telepathic data induction device just for people like yourself. With it you can silently transmit every thought that comes to mind onto your computer screen.
Unfortunately, preliminary testing has been less than good. Documents frequently end up filled with rarely publicized thoughts like: “Man, I’m hungry,” “I really have to pee,” and “When will my butt stop itching.”
“When will my eyes stop watering from laughing so hard?”
Y’know Lynn has been missing as well…hmmmm…
You don’t think Lynn & Dr. T are…um…
together?
Many of my posts turn out like that anyway… sorry have to toilet.
That is just disturbing. The gene pool isn’t big enough for such a match up.
Oh crap! Looks like Lynn left the first comment today. Sorry to insult you Lynn, I just thought that maybe you and the Doc…well…nevermind…
Having a blog is an interesting disease because you really want it to spread. I wouldn’t mind infecting thousands of people.
Well if you consider continually growing larger (at least in page count)and threatening to consume all my resources malignant, then yes.
That only comes from resting on my laurels and I can’t do that for long.
Soon I will be spilling and spewing contagious funny things throughout the Blogocrine System hoping for an epidemic.
Thank you Don. My nasal passages are much cleaner now due to the recently passage of coffee through them while reading your comment.
That kind of contribution to my creative hygiene is always deeply appreciated.
First of all, never kiss a girl without the protection of wax candy lips like the kind I always got for halloween when I was a kid. (You may need a time machine, I don’t know if they are still available.)
Secondly, the only sure protection is to be inoculated by a trusted source like say, The Ominous Comma.
A subscription will improve your chances of survival, but to be absolutely certain of your immunity, you must travel to the distant horizon of humor-blogs.com.
The fact that clicking this link improves my ranking on that proud directory is purely coincidental. Your health is my greatest concern.
Blogging is scary. It is only our desensitization to its danger that allows us to naively carry on as if it were an act not overinflated with peril.
Beats blogging. After all, nobody’s ever offered me cash for a limited edition Dr. Toboggans post.
Of course a couple of people have offered generious sums to keep him off the interwaves, but so far none have not outbid the doctor himself.
That is also correct, fortunately there is a ready cure for such intestinal blockage.
Leaf-Blower mini golf springs to mind. There’s nothing like a florescent colored golf ball hurtling toward you on a column of hot air to make you reconsider scrapbooking.