Lately, I've been quite perturbed by the extraordinary level of navel-gazing on Open Salon.    I say 'extraordinary' because, of course, there is always a certain amount of navel-gazing in our posts.   Where would we be, for instance, without the meta-posts by people like Lalucas teaching us about this instrument, our blogging forum?   On an open writer's platform, such as OS proclaims itself, narcissistic, solipsistic - nay, even onanistic - posting, counter-posting and meta-posting is to be expected, surely.   

But when I returned from the real world recently, seeking some diverting, well-written opinion pieces and narrative fiction I was dismayed.     Instead of grace, I found vitriol.   In place of style, I found sadism.    At first, I ignored it all.    Then, I commented.   At first, I commisserated.   Then, I objected.  

:: deep breath ::

I sought out other posts but it seemed that unless Obama or Pirate Wimmin were your thing, there were no other topics that held my interest.   

Wait - Jimmymac has an antidote to the 'True Blood' and 'New Moon' onslaught.    

And... yes, Scanner has pics of Jeff Bridges - from cute-and-cheeky to cute-and-distinguished.       

And... Jane Smithie has Judy Garland singing 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'.     All together now:  "Aaaah."

And Cindy Ross has a word.  That's all it takes from Cindy: a word.    Or a look from under that formidable bonnet!

And Patton Lee Beaugus wants to make me a Dungeon-Master, apparently.   Do I get to wear leather under-garments, I wonder?  Hmmm.

And Stellaa's posted on Leonard Cohen, a Canadian poet bringing sublime words and music to the world ...

AAAGH!   I'm supposed to be COMPLAINING about Open Salon!     This sounds as if I am enjoying myself!     Open Salon sucks, remember? 

Yes, that's right.   Open Salon sucks ...   It sucks like Natalie Imbruglia on Graham Norton ....   Ok, someone get the Tim Tams and coffee while I put on my Toasties and check out Vac's latest cartoon ....