This year, the wife and I celebrated Valentine's Day in the traditional way, which involved making chocolate fondue and reminiscing with our almost-officially-adult sons about their childhood.
She read stories from a book I had made from her blog, "Thomas the Tank Engine Ate My Children," which dates back to the days when gay marriage was legal in two whole states (amazing!) and TiVos were Emmy-winning tech (take that, VCRs!)
We were pulled back to a time when the boys loved trains, fighting sleep, reading books and playing with their new puppy, now a dignified canine elder who sleeps 22 hours a day.
And after a magical couple of hours, Chas took the book (179 pages!) and went to read more of it. And then came the text: He'd found my blog, which Cheryl's book mentioned and which I could not for the life of me remember writing.
And, wait -- more than 2,000 comments? Yes, and other than the most recent three (from Chas) all were spam. Some pitched generic Valium or Tramadol or Diazapam or Adderall or Tramadol for dogs. Some were in French, which spiced up the links to what I'm guessing are not sites that feature romantic love. Some offered designer handbags and others offered investment opportunities.
Sprinkled in the literal nonsense ("your customers' action as oft as you enchant at domiciliate") were oddly compelling phrases, such as: "I'd like to see a person to realize underneath all anger lies either hurt, fear, or frustration."
There were even a few affirmations: "Hi I am so delighted I found your blog, I really found you by accident, while I was researching on Aol for something else, Regardless I am here now and would just like to say thanks for a remarkable post and a all round exciting blog."
You're welcome. I just got back from checking out Aol (yikes) and maybe that comment is for reals!
