Epilogue

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I’ve spent the past few days pondering what to do with the blog.  Do I want to continue blogging?  If so, how?  Under what conditions?  You don’t spend a year of your life engaged in the same daily routine without a bit of difficulty detaching yourself.  But daily blogging has been taxing.  And what about my deadline?  This blog has come to its pre-arranged conclusion.  If we don’t honor the rules we set for ourselves, how can we expect others to?  The solution? 

And Then There Was One

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I received a comment today on a post from a few months back, No Holiday For Lawyers.  The commenter acknowledged that she was a late to that table; that post has been up since President’s Day.  But she acknowledged that she was making her way through the prior posts.  Intriguing that it was that post that prompted her to comment as another person, mentioned below, also reached out to me just as she reached that same post.  Curious.  I don’t see a problem with “late” comments.  Though some of the posts form an interlocking story. Sockpuppets and Doppelgängers, for example, can’t be fully understood without reading Breakfast with Narcissus.  Other posts stand on their own.  As such, why shouldn’t someone comment months or even years later.  But it’s fitting that, with only one day left until this blog comes to its pre-arranged termination, new readers are making their way through three-hundred, sixty-two prior posts. 

That Man Behind the Curtain

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Felt a draft today.  Went right up my dress.  In a manner of speaking, of course.  I uncovered a gap in my blogging security that might have revealed my true identity.  And we can have that!  Or can we?

Sockpuppets and Doppelgängers

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If Above the Law‘s David Lat thought the brouhaha in Breakfast With Narcissus was a bit of a catfight, I wonder what he’d say about the commentary to that same post.  Nothing is what it seems on the Punch & Judy internet show.  

Breakfast With Narcissus

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Yesterday began a little tête-à-tête in the comments to Knut’s post Raise. Your. Voice. on his blog First Tier Toilet.  Knut alleged that he dropped my blog from his blogroll because I’m narcissistic and write about boring things like what I ate for breakfast.  So, let’s have some breakfast with Narcissus, shall we?  What am I serving up today? 

19 Days Left

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Today was the first time I noticed that the countdown timer I set-up months back on the website has counted itself down to double digits. That startled me for a second. Not that I’m upset or distraught that debt elimination looks unlikely in the next eighteen days. But more so because I’m unsure what to do when it counts down to zero.

Trifecta

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When it rains, it pours, eh?  And when it’s shines . . . it’s hot?  Not sure what a corollary to that old adage would be, but today goes down in the books.  The blog broke a few records. 

Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow

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Despite best efforts, I have not been able to keep up with this blog on a daily basis.  Recent comments reveal readers frustrations as well.  Trust me, I’m there with my readers.  But given the hours I’ve been working lately, and all-nighters, like yesterday in Over and Over and Over Again, it’s damn near impossible to work two jobs and keep this blog current.  So I’ve compromised a bit. 

The Entertainer

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Another Friday night with Naked Boys Singing.  Naked Boys Singing only performs on Friday and Saturday night whereas most of the other shows at New World Stages run the regular Broadway course: two shows on Saturday, two on Sundays, then every week night except one.  At least at New World Stages, the ushers get to work different shows.  I’ve wondered how ushers at other theaters, those who see the same show each night, like The Phantom of the Opera for example, how they handle it.  That same music over and over eight times a week.  Songs from Naked Boys has already begun to earworm (yeah, I’m turning it into a verb).  I wake with songs playing in my head.  Occupational hazard, I suppose.  That said, though, I was intrigued tonight when I found myself actually listening to the lyrics of one of the songs.

Spectacles and Spectators

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I referenced back in Schadenfreude a comment left by a reader, accusing me of preferring to make a spectacle of myself instead of just switching apartments and moving to Queens, as he suggested.  That comment and others to my post Moving Out . . . or Up? got me thinking about commenters in general and why we take time out of our day to comment.  And why it is that the negative commenter weighs in more often than the rest of the spectators out there.