Some poor potential blogger tried interviewing me last night on IM. Late last night. Early this morning. My brain was not functioning. So I hope he or she saved the log, because I casually clicked the window shut even while thinking, "I should save this."
My responses, which I'm trying to remember, were much less coherent than the re-creations here. I may have said, "That'll put marzipan in your pie plate!" for no particular reason at some point.
Them: So, it's mostly black guys who read and comment on your site?
Me: Maybe if I didn't insult O-Dub and Darmon whenever they stop by. . .
Them: So you post about stuff like the Colin Powell - Harry Belafonte thing?
Me: The what now?
Them: The links are to sites that you read regularly?
Me: When you say "regularly". . .
There was more. I might even remember enough scraps for it to be worth mentioning.
Tony came up, but I started a rambling answer about posting photos of women, then realized most of the women here might actually like it more if I did. And then there was some odd business involving Kate Dillon and size issues, which may have made perfect sense to me at the time, but on reflection makes me wonder if the free clinic has therapists available on Saturdays.
I did feel guilty enough to actually, you know, read some of the people I've linked to. While having the IM chat. I cannot multitask properly even when wide awake. If the child ever does start a blog or post a transcript, ignore the bit where I say, "Oh, that's what Neo meant when she mentioned side effects of birth control pills. I'd been too embarassed by my ignorance at the time to ask."
And I did admit I'd only read about the Powell-Belafonte thing at Die Puny Humans. Leading to the question, "Is that another black blog?" To which I replied yes, not realizing that sarcasm does not travel well in this medium if you don't use smileys. And I fucking hate those things.
Think towards the end of the chat, everyone was black. Including Rachel Lucas and Dawn Olsen. And possibly Rebecca Blood, although I might have been thinking of LuCyFurr, who to my knowledge doesn't actually have a blog, and created a composite. . .
I trust this serves as a cautionary tale to anyone thinking of IMing me.
I may just uninstall the software entirely.
Update: Honestly compels me to point out that there might, possibly, have been one Goose Island Honker's Ale involved in addition to sleep deprivation. Two, max.
Then someone came in through the back door, which I'd left open because it was unseasonably warm, and forgotten about -- clearly, I've lived in Minnesota for too long, and will probably put a key under the Batz Maru welcome mat next -- and finished off several more. There's no way I could have had that many.
It would have made me say very silly things.