Red Rag

I don’t know why, but a recent exchange of comments brought a big smile to my face.

It all started with Gianna’s first post in her new MT-based digs:

blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah. blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah…

And so on, and so forth. Then the replies:

Robert: Wow, you move in to your new digs and the content immediately improves!

Gianna: Don’t laugh, Robert, I happen to think this particular post is the most honest and truthful I’ve managed to write :)

Geoff: It’s a thing of great beauty Gianna, much like yourself.

Tim: To whit, I trust their will be a phot hanging on the new walls?

Tim: Or better still, a photo. (There’s enough phots, don’t you think?)

Gianna: you guys…. Geoff, you’re just had Near Death Experience so you’re probably feeling particularly generous, but thank you anyway! (and I hope you’re feeling better too).

Tim, talk about the phot calling the kettle black! I recall certain representations being made by you many moons ago about showing your face, but we’re still having to make do with your foot (nice foot though).

Tim: So that’s a no, is it?

Gianna: actually it was supposed to be more like ‘i’ll show you mine if you show me yours’.

Matt: Oh you two. Get a room, already. =)

Sometimes the sniping involved in blogging gets me down. Sometimes its potential for rejuvenating debate is inspiring. But I think the best thing about it is that it provides occasional glimpse of deep friendship among people who have never — and may never — met.