Watching Them Fall

I have few "favorite" or bookmarked sites. I go through them from time to time and I'm always a little disheartened to see which have gone dark.

Some time ago, I knew "Lovely Listings" was about to turn out the lights. It made me sad because I'd gotten some good laughs out of the ridiculous real estate listings there.

I've mentioned before that I abandoned Pioneer Woman with much disdain.

I stopped reading the Tardis seeking blog after that poor guy died. I knew the young widow was going to have a hard time going back to a normal life after three years of being the caregiver to her husband.

And now, Regretsy.com is gone. Apparently lights out on January 31 but with some warning. I will especially miss the "Whimsical Fuckery" section. It's unbelievable, what some people will put on Etsy.com (Legal Disclaimer: Regretsy is/was in no way affiliated with Etsy.com.) "Here is a malleable plastic mold of my vagina, demonstrating the natural beauty of blah blah blah." "My son's first turd." I am not kidding. I have seen things like this on Regretsy.

So of course I'm going to miss Regretsy.

One that I'm getting really tired of is "Postsecret." Apparently there's not much of anything that shocks me anymore. Plus, it seems to have fallen to the whines and whingings of college students or young marrieds who have discovered that marriage is different from love. Still, Frank whats-his-name has sold at least three books containing hundreds of secrets. I'll bet he's got a secret. Or maybe it's just sour grapes that my secret was never published.

I keep bringing back my blog in different incarnations and I've had several blogs at a time, one of them dealing with my secret. Just within the past couple of weeks, I thought about stopping this blog. But I've made friends here and I want to keep in touch with you. So there may be a lull, but I intend to be around for a long time.

I know Helen Killer AKA April Winchell must have finally had her fill of the not-so-righteous indignation of her Etsy mockery. If nothing else, I think she's redeemed by helping that guy find a Tardis urn to keep his ashes in. Plus there's not enough of The Onion and when did Spy magazine stop publishing? Too long ago. Too, too long ago.

If you're going to go away, just let me know first. Or better yet, don't go away at all.