Sorry, I should have said: I've been Cologne for most of this week, suffering the privations of having no Internet access whatsoever. A tough (if not entirely unpleasurable) trip, which has left me temporarily incapable of stringing sentences together (you should see the state of my Drafts folder). More over the weekend, when the muse returns.
I'll also be announcing the winner of the
Who's the w@nker? competition
(see below). In the meantime, you still have until tonight to submit your stories of shameful misbehaviour.
Coming soon from Quizilla (possibly, maybe):
Which Wherever You Are Animal Are You? A
moth, a
hedgehog or a
penguin? I seem to be a weird hybrid of the three.
The Danny Project: It Ain't Over Till The Fat Lady Sings, Actually
They've gone. So. An explanation. And - luckily for you - no singing.
The web has an embedded impermanence. We all know stuff doesn't last forever, and how much more so online. Today's RSS feed is tomorrow's re-partitioned hard drive. Information inertia gets you in the end. It was fun while it lasted - you shared a slice of me and the Dannies, maybe had some insights about you or me or human nature, we went on a journey together, blah blah blah.
I love emotional voyeurism as much as the next person. I'm a twenty-first century babe who wants to let it experimentally all hang out, and there's something utterly compelling about sharing and hearing reality. It's Big Brother or The Salon (like, duhuh?) only with better grammar, and - in this case - you got to see the sex. Think of it like a fascinating woman you met at a cocktail party who left before you got her phone-number.
I thank you. For reading, for commenting, for helping me feel I had something to say. I may or may not be back. Be good out there - and if you've learned anything, remember, people are delicate.
Zena.
Tell me the story of a relationship in which you were the w@nker, I said.
There's a free CD for the biggest w@nker, I said.
The ensuing silence was deafening.
OK, so maybe I was asking a little
too much of you. Sometimes, I forget that when it comes to Confessional Blogging, your mileage may vary. Or maybe
none of you have
ever been the w@nker in a relationship? Well, we won't probe any further.
Instead, let's
extend the category. All you have to do now is
tell me any (true) story in which you were the w@nker. Remember: this doesn't have to be a long story, and you are quite welcome to post it anonymously. Please use the comments box below, either to post the story itself or a link to it.
What's that? You don't want to be first? I understand that. So let me cast the first, um, stroke, by linking once again to
The Worst Thing I Ever Did To Anyone. Click (on the
See also... link below) and wince.
May the best w@nker win.
