I love Google Reader so much that I'm holding a contest to design a drink for the Lushary in its honour. The Googlerita.
It definitely should have Tequila as a base because just as everyone has a tequila story, everyone has a Google Reader overdose story that makes them wary even though they can't pass up an opportunity to read blogs through it just as I can't pass up a free Margarita at an open bar no matter how much it reminds me of the "Incident"--the one that started with high kicks on the dormitory bathroom sink basin and ended waking up in a stranger's room with the person saying, "I brought you in here because you fell asleep in the stairwell and I had no idea which room you belonged in. No one wanted to claim you as their roommate because you looked like you were going to vomit. You can kick really high, you know that?"
Josh set me up with Google Reader and I have become a massive addict. I keep saying, "just one more feed, one more feed, man. Give me another hit." I am a huge technophobe and I hate learning how to use new programs so I've begged off from actually using a blog reader for years now, choosing instead to click down a list of blogs several times a day as well as my gigantic blogroll at numerous times during the week. And then Purim happened.
Every night, I was silently and not so silently cursing you, calling poor innocent bloggers whores (even the man-pies) for making me click on them when they hadn't updated yet. I was trying to efficiently blog read in between batches of hamantaschen and it was killing me to click around and not find anything new and use up the two minutes I had before I had to jump back into candy-making-land again.
People aren't commenting nearly enough right now and people aren't writing nearly enough right now. I'm just saying.
People have written on and off about how many feeds a person carries and I'm right now conducting an experiment to find my own breaking point. I've been adding a few feeds an hour to see when it tips over from being blog reading into blog gasping. I'll let you know my breaking point. Right now, I'm at 40 feeds and it feels like I am barely reading anything. Which is also scary to think about how many blogs I normally read in a day if subscribing to 40 blogs feels like nothing and I'm thinking it will be well over 150 when I'm finally done adding my daily reads.
So what should be in a Googlerita and why? And tell me what is happening in your life as I pour you a drink.
As always, it has been about a month since we met, bitched, cried, comforted, and caught up each other on our cycles and lives. Pull up a seat and I'll pour you a drink. Let everyone know what is happening in your life. The good, the bad, the ugly. My only request is that if a story catches your eye, you follow it back to the person's blog and start reading their posts. Give some love, give some support, or laugh with someone until your drink comes out of your nose.
I have a ton of assvice in my back pocket and as a virtual bartender, I will give it to you unless you specifically tell me that this is simply a vent and you do not want to receive anything more than a hug.
So if you have been a lurker for a while, sit down and tell us about yourself. Remember to provide a link or a way for people to continue reading your story (or if you don't have a blog--gasp!--you can always leave an email address if you're looking for advice or support. If not, people can leave messages for that person here in the comments section too). If you're a regular at the bar, I'll get out your engraved martini glass while you make yourself comfortable. And anyone new, welcome. I'm glad you found this virtual bar.
For those who have no clue what I'm talking about when I say that the bar is open, click here to catch up and then jump into the conversation back on this current post.
It's Purim tonight and you're supposed to get so drunk that you can't tell the name Mordechai (the good guy in the Purim story) from Haman (the bad guy in the Purim story). Who else is drinking today?