*title is a take-off of the title of the sixth (I think) Oz book.
So today we did this:
Grace was mesmerized. When Dorothy is a prisoner and the Wicked Witch turns over the hourglass, I peeked at Grace’s face to see if she was all right. She huffily turned and said, “I’m not afraid of anything!” so I guess that’s that. (She is so fierce. I love her so much.)
A few minutes later I happened on a link to this Wizard of Oz theme park, which has been closed for nearly my entire lifetime but opens to visitors once a year, and this weekend is it.
Then I remembered that once upon a time I wrote some stuff for Blogging.LA about strange Oz-related rumors.
The best part of all of this (other than Grace) is the small worldliness of it all. I met my friend Burns through blogging.la, he introduced me to roller derby, and another ref posted the link that got me looking at blogging.la again.
I know what you’re thinking, and no, that is not exactly news. Shut up.
I think I can best get across what happened by just showing you. Also I want to play with Storify. (ETA: Storify isn’t playing nice with my template, you might have to scroll down. I think it’s time to change up the look of my blog. It’s been almost seven years!)
So I was on Facebook earlier, because it is the best place for me to keep up with an old friend who is getting a divorce. And I noticed that the “People You May Know” thingy in the corner was suggesting someone I HATE (or at least, hated when I knew him 15ish years ago) alongside someone I’ve never heard of. Out of curiosity, I clicked on the “See All” link. I know what you’re thinking, and yes; THAT WAS A MISTAKE.
First of all, the next time I looked at the clock three hours had passed.
But seriously, the entire list was people who fit into one of four categories:
I hate them.
I have no idea who they are.
Will went to college with them.
But do you want to know THE WORST PART? Of course you do.
I kept coming across names that are so familiar. Like I’d see someone named Evan, and based on our mutual friends I’d think, “I wonder if that’s the Evan I went out with once when I was 16,” so I’d click through to his profile, only that doesn’t help because all I remember about that Evan is that he had long blondish hair and a nice mother, and this Evan has short hair that might have once been blonde but who can tell, and Facebook doesn’t know anything at all about his mom.