Fame, blog style

So here I am. At work. On Good Friday. Not like I would have gone to church of something if I didnt have to work, but you know, somewhere, someone has the day off and I'm jealous.

So what's up with blog fame? Fuzy's blog has suddenly gotten recognition in the past few months. I know, you ask, "recognition? from, like, the New York Times?". And I say, no. From somewhere much more important to those of us who blog. From Ken of kenandariel.com. Yes, it's a big deal. We love the site, we love them and their posts are always funny and top notch. So for Fuzy to get a comment from Ken himself. That's awesome in every sense of the word. Hell, I'm excited FOR her!

So now i'm wishing my blog was a bit more mainstream. I tend to write about emotions and overly romanticized life situations. Hell, it's what the heading says i'm writing about. What I'm thinking of doing is actually starting a second blog. Something more mundane. A place to vent and talk about less personal things. My observations of the world without the rose-colored glasses. We'll see the level of motivation I have to undertake such an endeavor. I know I could fill it with plenty of interesting stories.

Until then...let the romantic continue.

SONNET 30
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.