Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I don't know about you, but I've been getting quite a few new hits from Blogger's "next blog" feature. So much so, in fact, that I thought I'd give it a whirl myself, to see what the big deal was. After all, isn't it supposed to encourage mixing in the blog community? It conjured delightful images of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy at the Netherfield ball. Or better yet, Scarlett O'Hara and Rhett Butler dancing the Virginia reel, the folk dance most popular in America from 1830 - 1890, where all the couples mingle by switching partners.
So, I mustered up my best blogging brilliance and clicked the link on my navbar. The first blog featured a post about a new addition to the family. Since they were complete strangers, I felt a little awkward and quickly moved on to the next blog. Another baby post. Click. More babies. Don't get me wrong, I love babies, but mine are grown and I've not yet entered into the world of grandparenthood. I gave up. Until the next day.
More hopeful this time, my cursor wandered up to the navbar and timidly clicked on "next blog". Maybe I would encounter someone who shared my fondness for woolly socks, opera, or browsing dusty secondhand book shops? The first blog was a cat blog; every post a cat. Okay, well, I like cats, but I don't live for cats. Click. Kittens. Kitties on the header and sidebar; lots of kitty awards. Click. More felines. Was it something I said? I don't recall posting anything about cats, or babies, for that matter. Twelve successive cat blogs later, I gave up.
That's my uneventful experience with "next blog". It certainly was not the "reel" experience I was looking for, Virginia or otherwise. I guess you could say it was un-reel.