Blogger's Support Group: GAME ON!

One of the things I like about blogging is that it's allowed me to find other people (who also blog). Sometimes we develop blog crushes, where even though that person is in our Bloglines, we still check their blog twice a day. What if something new happened?! Maybe they had an interesting thought while they blew their nose about how life is like snot!

I like reading about people and their lives. Those blogs about technology or news do nothing for me. I don't only read blogs about people who are single in San Francisco like I am. Sometimes I read blogs written by people who are single in San Diego. Or even Austin. Or even people who aren't single at all. What makes me read? For the most part I don't know, specifically. But I can tell you why I started reading Eleanor's Trousers.

It's because the name of her blog is called Eleanor's Trousers. It hooked me right away. That should be the title of a book, don't you think? Here, I'll write the first couple of sentences.

As the gay salesboy watched, Eleanor turned in the mirror to see if she had ITC. She dug her hands into the tiny pockets, and decided that while these jeans passed the inner thigh clearance test, they most definitely did not pass the back pocket test.

Ehh, that doesn't really hook people into reading more. I should do better. I can do better. Eleanor's Trousers deserve better. Okay.

"Where did my trousers go?" Eleanor mumbled, as she blindly groped over the crumpled pile of clothes on the floor. Trevor fell over laughing, and the sheet slid down. "Who calls them 'trousers'? Nobody! That's as absurd as a grown man saying 'Whoopsie-daisy'!"

Or it could be like that Buffalo Springfield song For What It's Worth - the title appears nowhere in lyrics.

Clutching the gun deep in the pocket of her newly stolen LL Bean jacket, Jasmine raced across the esplanade, glancing back as casually as Carrie Bradshaw did when running to Miranda's house on New Year's Eve.

Anyway. Please go visit Eleanor to give her your support. If you're too unmotivated to go without good reason, here it is: Eleanor's fiance told another woman he thinks he's falling in love with her, so Eleanor is calling off her wedding. To which I say, "Good for you, Eleanor! You deserve better! You will find better!" But until then, my bloggy hand is reaching out to hold your bloggy hand.