Happy Birthday to Commano and World Headquarters, Too

Congratulations to No More Commas, Period, otherwise known as Commano, on her third Bloggie Birthday. Clearly, they have heard of her in Stiletto City too, to which this Diamond of Honor on Shmentura Boulevard attests. You can access Ms. Mush's Commano here.




Thinking about Commano's birthday made Plottie look at the dates on his Archives, and lo and behold! He, too, celebrated a meaningful birthday a few days ago. On May 25, The Great Plotnik completed three years of continuous posting, of driveling while Plottish, of getting into the agreeable habit of pausing each morning to consider what it was that made the previous day special, that caused a particular photo or story or election result or plate of food or song or poem or flower in the garden to be worthy of being recorded for posterity.

Man! Remember this one from New Orleans when the flood waters were still rising?

Blogging is the ultimate ego-stroke, because it allows us all to blast our personal sentiments into the Blogosphere, like individual rockets heading from our house to your house. If you don't read them, or don't comment, the blog postings keep going anyway, zipping around the world, where they touch down in the most unexpected places. When something in the posting makes you wish to comment, it is the blogger's finest moment. He/she feels justified.

The bane, as well as the glory of blogging is that there are no editors, other than self-imposed ones. Plotnik has discovered what happens when his feelings collide with those of people he loves. But that's the price you pay to write and compose. Communication can be messy, sticky, convoluted and confusing.

But it's the best chance we've got to stay together. There are only two rules: Be honest and, like Elvis said, don't be cruel. Love from The Great Plotnik World Headquarters to The Great Whoever And Wherever You Izzes.