Bloggus Interruptus

You know how sometimes, with friends you haven't spoken to in a while, you forget to call them back, and then you feel bad, but you still don't call them back because you don't want to acknowledge that you haven't called them back, and then more time passes and you feel ever worse and less inclined to call, and finally, it has been too long and you assume they are too mad, and you're basically never going to call again and you decide that you might not even have liked them that much in the first place maybe, and then you run into them, and you remember why you liked them and you apologize and everything is fine, and then you promise you'll be better at keeping in touch but of course you're not and then you start the cycle all over again?

For me, that friend is The OckleShow. I have the best intentions, and I like her and everything, but she's draining and demanding, and well, sometimes I just need some space. By the time we reunite, there's just too much to catch up on...so much so that it makes me want to cancel plans, and make up excuses about how work has been crazy and my travel schedule has been nuts and I've contracted Hysterical Arthritis, which makes my fingers incapable of typing for short periods of time.

Sometimes I want to just say, "You know what, OckleShow? You're needy and selfish. Your mere existence in my life demands that I incessantly feed you with stories and my pathetic attempts at insight, and you're never satisfied. You just take and take and take, and give very little in return. Oh and also, your comments function is limited and you don't handle photo insertion very well."

But alas, even if I don't always like The OckleShow, it seems, somewhat inexplicably, that you do (traitors!). During week one of my current two week stint in the States, many of you have told me that you actually like her, with her bad photog skills, long-winded stories, and forced comparisons between totally unrelated things like acid rain and American politics. One of you even asked why she hadn't provided a brief comment explaining that I'd be in the States until next Sunday, at which point posting would return to normal.

So although brevity has never been my (or her? I've lost complete control of this metaphor) strong suit, this is that post. Sorry for the interruption in programming, loyal viewers. Tune in later in the week for a comprehensive update on my first trip back to the land of the free, home of the brave, and the resulting instinct to be like, "London who?" Til then, I'll be catching up on 90210 and Project Runway episodes....because those are two loyal friends I'll never lose touch with.