Showing posts with label filler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label filler. Show all posts

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Blog #55 Has No Title

Maybe I oughta try and do things the easy way. I’m not saying all of the time, mind you. That would either drive me insane or turn me into an old woman or both. But I could still, you know… simplify my living a little.

And here I am thinking specifically of this blog. I read an awful lot of other folks’ blogs. Probably more than any one person ought to read, really. But when I’m reading this awful lot of blogs, I notice that most of your really good bloggers don’t play Hide the Ball. Readers know exactly what they are getting and they get it and then they come back to get more of it the next day.

What they are getting is news on a narrowly-defined topic or from a specific point of view. Or it’s funny cartoons. Or maybe it’s pictures or snippets of music. There are all kinds! A lot of the blogs are fantastic and they are short and they are sweet and they are to the point… and as different from my blog as it is possible to get.

For me, simple is hard. Oh, I have been trying, you know, writing music reviews and top ten lists and once, even trying (and failing) to write a one-sentence blog post.

Today, I try for simple.

Today, I answer some reader emails and post pictures.

That’s all! Really!

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Dear Katy:
you fucking queers make me sick. you are a waist [sic?]of skin and blood. why don’t you and Dana go find husbands and live the right way?
[Unsigned]


Is that you, Grandma Pearl?

If it is, I am about to make you very happy. Dana and I have found ourselves husbands!

Here are some pictures, taken through the years, of our husbands together. Maybe you can hang them up in your living room. The pictures, I mean. Not our husbands.

Say hi to Papa from me and the kids!

Love, 
Katy


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Katy, is this blog supposed to be a short fiction blog or a LGBT blog or a music blog or a politics blog?
Sincerely,
A reader


Dear Reader:

No. No, it’s not.

Love,
Katy

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Dear Katy, are you a mother to your kids? It looks like you are doing drugs and living in the gutter when you should be taking care of them?
Do you take care of them?

P.S. I am Frank


Dear Frank:

I do the best I can, though admittedly with somewhat mixed results.

Love,
Katy


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Katy:
What is your position on abortion?


Dear Anonymous Emailer:

This is an excellent question, and I can see why you would think of asking me!

I believe abortion should be legal if we as a society can manage to make it a fairer fight. In Texas, we always say that fetuses are people, so I believe they should really have the right to bear arms. You know, like the rest of us.

If you respected gun rights and could still find a doctor willing to abort a fetus that is armed with a .38, then I say give it a go.

Love,
Katy

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Katy, are you are a glass half full or glass half empty kind of girl?
Just wondering.
from a fan


Dear fan:

In either case, you have a low viscosity liquid poured into what is probably a very high viscosity liquid (the glass), and both are mostly made up of empty space anyway, and they have probably been brought together on my table because I fell for an advertising campaign on behalf of the liquid or the glass or both.

Yeah... I’m that kind of girl. Sorry. (To tell you the truth, though, I try and stick with bottles.)

Love,
Katy


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Katy, I think You smelly Lesbian bitches should be deported.

Is that you again, Grandma Pearl?
I told you about the time we tried to deport ourselves to Canada, didn’t I?
We couldn’t swim across the falls.

Love,
Katy


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If you have something you want to ask me, send it to katydidknot@gmail.com and maybe I will answer your question next time I do a picture post blog.

Except you, Grandma Pearl. If that was you, then you have better grammar than I remember from when I was a kid, but you are still a bit too angry.