an ode to jason, my blogroll dealer
Well, not really an ode, as odes are usually poetic. And this - this is just pathetic.
The last 24 hours have been hell. I was like a crack addict looking for a fix, hunting down blogs that don't use blogrolling and using their links list like a cheap whore hitting on someone's husband.
I was a mess, I tell you. Empty, void, blackened. I penned dark, somber songs and wrote epic poetry by candlelight all dedicated to my blogrolls. I was Poe, my link list was Annabel Lee.
Today I wandered around the blogosphere aimlessly, wildly typing in URLs by hand - URLs I thought I knew by heart - and realizing I had no idea how to spell Pejmanesque or Du Toit or that the Penny Arcade URL had a dash in the middle. I was frantic, out of my mind. I dove into Instapundit's link list, sniffing out the blogs I had missed out on today, wondering when their last update was. The emptiness that lived inside me, not knowing who was pinging at that very moment, it's something I never want to feel again. There's not enough methadone in the world to see me through another withdrawal.
Blogrolling has spoiled me; it's made my mind lazy and my fingers out of practice. Click, click, click, is all I know. And yet, I missed it so. I crave it, love, cannot live without it.
Jason, thank you for bringing my crack back to me, and thank you for the best invention since the vibrator.