Many words have been written and tweeted about Oprah’s controversial debut on Twitter, (although, apparently she is now bored with it) rather than reiterate what others have said, I decided to express my thoughts in (mediocre poetry) eloquent verse. Oh don’t roll your eyes – if WH Auden was around today he’d be writing this stuff. No, really!

Oh, Oprah, Oprah, Oprah,
Your name, it rhymes with … nothing.
(I tried to think of something
But the word just wasn’t there.)

You talk to me on tv.
Some days you seem much bigger,
On others you are smaller.
You quite often change your hair.

And now you come to Twitter
The regulars are angry,
Or maybe even twangry,
Because Oprah, you don’t care.

It’s not about you Oprah,
You really should be talking
To those folk who are forking
Out hard-earned cash for your wares.

So, Oprah, Oprah, Oprah,
Whose name it rhymes with nothing,
Start following or something.
Show the tweeters you play fair.

 

I spotted this on Blip.fm last night and decided it would make a good Musical Monday post because it’s rather wonderful.

 

This is the 500th post on this blog – not my 500th, two were written by a charming and talented guest blogger, but the other 498 are all my own work, a fact I feel strangely proud of. I admit, mine aren’t the most informative or enlightening posts, but still, there are a lot of them. Quantity counts for something, right?

I did consider writing a 500 themed post to mark the occasion, but it’s really not an interesting number*, or a review of past posts, but that meant a lot of faffing around and I’m not feeling well. So instead, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for reading. I do appreciate it, even if I don’t always make that clear. It still surprises me that anyone reads this blog, even more so that people take the time to leave comments; knowing that so many readers come back is very touching. I particularly appreciate those of you who stuck around for a significant percentage of those 498 posts, often becoming friends outside the blogosphere; I value your friendship, support and insight.

OK cheesy interlude over; I promise not to make a habit of it.

Will there be another 500? I hope so. Will this blog ever have a theme? Seems unlikely, if anything, it’s become more random over time. Luckily, I avoided it becoming a mom-blog**, I did worry it might go down that path for a while. Have I learnt anything from blogging? Yes. That there is an optimum length for posts, that people can be very strange*** and that widget addiction is a pernicious thing – avoid them people, they may be pretty but they will take over your blog.

Enjoy the rest of the weekend :-)

* Although, apparently the ancient kingdom of Essex was probably founded in the year 500, turning England into a heptarchy. Bet you’re glad I shared that. You can drop it into conversations at parties, people will be fascinated.
** Nothing against mom-blogs, I just don’t think it would have been ‘me’.
*** You’ve seen the stuff they search for. And I’m still bewildered by the bizarre dog hating, racist commenter who kept mentioning igloos.


Currently listening to: Car Button Cloth by The Lemonheads – on cd no less, very old school




Happy St George’s Day to all my English readers :-) To the rest of you, it’s the English national day – a bit of a non-event really; we don’t get a day off and no one does much to celebrate, or at least not in these parts. I suppose we do get the opportunity to feel proud of our country and smug about our achievements, but some would say we do that anyway. And why not? We’re bloody fantastic! To anyone who quibbles I simply say: Shakespeare*, Isaac Newton, Horatio Nelson, Led Zeppelin and Tim Berners Lee, I could go on . . .

Anyhoo, here’s a song from New Model Army to mark the occasion. I was going to post My Country by them but could only find low quality videos, so instead here’s 51st State, which works really well when you consider the events of the last few years.

Oh, and don’t ask me why St. George is our patron saint, I dunno – he allegedly killed a dragon, but that seems unlikely and even if it were true, I’m not sure I approve of people being rewarded for wiping out rare and exotic wildlife. Apparently he (if he did exist) came from Turkey, and is also the saint of Georgia, which fits much better. Really, we’d be better off with someone called something like St Englebert, then we could have Please Release Me as a national anthem – yes, it would be terrible, but so is the one we have now. In fact, while I’m on the subject, why do we sing about our monarch? Why aren’t we like normal countries who all sing about how great it is to live there?

* It’s his birthday today too

You know the little drop-down menu with suggestions that appears when you search with Google? I just used it to ask the question ‘why does my email disappear from thunderbird’, but when I typed in the first 5 letters the following suggestions appeared – you might need to click the image to see it full sized.


Do a lot of people search for the top one? It takes you here anyway, if you’re curious. I didn’t find out where my mail is going though :-(

 

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