The Lost Art of Conversation?
Conversation walking down Columbia Road the other night:
Scourge of the Swimming Pool: Hey, thanks again for editing my blog post.
Poofygoo: No worries, it's a great blog.
Scourge: You're the only one who reads it.
Poofygoo: Wait, I'm your editor AND your audience? What's the point?
Scourge: Yeah, it's kinda like we're just talking back and forth at each other.
Poofygoo: I feel kinda weird without the gmail chat window.
Scourge: Hey, you should feel lucky! I'm liveblogging to you right now!
Scourge of the Swimming Pool: Hey, thanks again for editing my blog post.
Poofygoo: No worries, it's a great blog.
Scourge: You're the only one who reads it.
Poofygoo: Wait, I'm your editor AND your audience? What's the point?
Scourge: Yeah, it's kinda like we're just talking back and forth at each other.
Poofygoo: I feel kinda weird without the gmail chat window.
Scourge: Hey, you should feel lucky! I'm liveblogging to you right now!
posted by The Goo at 10:18 AM
2 Comments:
You'll be glad to know my audience has expanded to three!
Also, I said I was liveblogging you. Not to you.
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