Cobweb

A certain someone, a.k.a. "anonymous," has accused me of hosting a cobweb. It's true that, thus far, 2006 has not seemed blogworthy to the likes of tiny dog. Lots of short, dark days and meetings has been about the long and short of it.

At times I get these vague ideas for subject matter, for example, a dissertation on Milton Bradley's "Ice Cube." Known simply as "The Ice Game" by my brother and myself, this 1970's board game classic involved freezing your playing pieces, which were shaped like little Kilroys, and then attempting to destroy them with salt mines, metal washers, and hot water baths. Did the Ice Cube playing field turn into a backwash of carpet-staining, briny mush? Yes, which is why mom tended to banish the whole affair outside to the driveway. However, where I grew up, the 100-degree summers made for a mighty brief Ice Cube game time. But none of this touches on the strange familial obsession with memories of the Ice Game in later years, which would have been the subject of my rant, had I written it.

Update: A certain "anonymous" has piped back up, informing me personally that he rated this udpate as "weak." "It kind of fizzed out, don't you think?" he opined, via IM. When I then informed him that I was currently updating the Elliott Smith page, he said "you might as well turn this into a mom blog," which is my term for a blog that is generally navel-gazing and boorish.

What is a fitting punishment for such a person as "Anonymous"? I shall mull this over today.