I was blog jumping tonight (this morning) and found myself on the old Foblog, reading "minutes" from the great summer of Fobbing. And then I returned to this so-called "new and improved" Foblog, and while I was happy to read the 12 Fobs of Christmas once again, I wondered what had happened to all my fellow Fobs. Allow me to hypothesize.
Master Fob got lost in the stacks.
Theric decided to take his "Thou Shalt Publish" speech on the road. He's playing Mississippi this week.
Jeph is dead. (That one was easy.)
Tolkien Boy quit grad school and is auditioning to be a munchkin in the stage version of Master Fob's Oz novel.
Queen Zippergut is having sex. Again.
The Marchioness found a time machine and sped off to the 1800s in search of her Mr. Darcy.
Weed got beat up on the playground.
Melyngoch hitched a ride with the Marchioness and is now being courted by Beowulf.
editorgirl. . . oh wait. I'm here.
Sir Jupiter is in orbit.
Straight Happily Married Friend of Gay Ex-Boyfriend Chick is petitioning for a better pseudonym.
Edgy Killer Bunny is buried under the stack of books that got tired of waiting on his nightstand.
And faithful Petra, our mascot? She's become the world's most famous mascot and now considers herself too busy for the likes of us.
That was fun. But I miss you. Come back.
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Correct in every case but one: Theric is actually boycotting the All-New Foblog in protest against the new Blogger. Apparently his principles are more important than his friends.
And I just thought that I was left behind when the Foblog became the new Foblog and I didn't know what had changed or how to change with it. I am all confused.
But you SO have ESP! I was indeed having sex (sigh) yet again.
EWWWWW!!! That wasn't anonymous! I don't like it!
Dude. I so invited you to join the All-New Foblog. Do I need to invite you again?
In light of the new and recently (meaning this morning) installed office bookshelves, Edgy no longer has a pile of books accumulating on the nightstand. He has given up on any hope of actually reading any of them. Instead, he is now acquiring books to a) display on the pretty bookshelves and b) annoy Dec.
Hmm. Why is it that the little box on the right excludes any fobbings by me? I think that perhaps I am no longer a FOB, but an EOB.
Something to consider.
Hm. It might have something to do with the fact that you haven't posted in over a week and the Recent Fobbings section only shows the ten most recent posts.
The flaw with that argument, however, is that I posted this afternoon. And the top posting listed is by Queen Zippergut. From February last year.
The flaw with that argument is that you seem to be expecting Google Reader, in conjunction with the RSS feeds sent out by Blogger, to be timely. QZ's post did indeed only show up in my reader this afternoon (I didn't realize it was from last year until you said so), and yours has yet to show up. I'll go read it now. And comment, just to spite you.
Ooooo. I think he's got you there, Fobboy!
Uh, I mean, oh wise and wonderful Master of Fob who hopefully will not strike me down or banish me to non-Fobbiness like others whose names we won't mention...
...and I obviously wrote that before your wise and powerful comment.
Hey. I just posted on what I thought was this and it was the other old one. I'm not happy with this arrangement. Invite me again, man. I think this is all messed up. Blech, I say.
I forgive your oversight, young Queen, but just this once.
"Sir Jupiter is in orbit."
And AM I ever!
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"Instead, he is now acquiring books to a) display on the pretty bookshelves and b) annoy Dec."
Hey! Me too!
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Oh--also: Mississippi is awesome!!!
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Hey---
I let myself be talked into this and I still can't post. What gives?
Oh, and here I thought there were actually 17 FOBs. I was so excited that we were breeding in our spare time or something. And then it turns out there are five FOBs, posting 17 times. So basically we're not many, just loserly.
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Not loserly. Fraternal.
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