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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Why Not Just Rip My Heart Out and Blend it Into a Nice PureƩ?

Sometimes the proverbial rug gets pulled right out from under my feet. When it happens, I am never less affected than the time before.

Do you know what I mean? When the delicate balance of my life's routine is upset, I feel so dejected. Like nothing will ever be the same.

It's happened to me before. First with the hospital of my childhood, and again with the only Mexican food joint whose salsa I actually considered selling my soul for.

And now again. Tastespotting.com. Go ahead, click the link, and see what happens. Actually, never mind the link. I'll just paste a picture of it here:

*Photo courtesy of the now nonexistent Tastespotting.com.*

When what I should have seen was something like this:

*Photo from these traitors.*

Life can really turn on a dime, you know? Just yesterday I was checking up on Tastespotting.com, since I'd been out of town and had gotten behind on my recipes. Then today I opened the page again, and was kind of startled to realise it hadn't been updated since the day before. Figuring the Tastespotting.com crew were experiencing technical difficulties, I carried on along my merry way. And just now, at 10:40 p.m., I opened the website again, only to be met with a little handwritten note from some person named Jean with lovely penmanship who is now my least favourite individual on the planet.

Come on, Jean with nice penmanship! Couldn't you have given me some warning? Some sort of explanation, even? Let me prepare myself? I didn't even bookmark all those recipes I discovered yesterday--I thought I had all the time in the world. I thought Tastespotting.com would always be with me--or at least that if it left, I would have the chance to say goodbye. But this? This lack of closure? This is not okay with me.

I have issues with closure, and Tastespotting.com's hasty exit from my life is almost cause for me to find a good therapist. What if all the websites I read just...up and leave me some day? Decide they have some legal problems they can't work out...tell me they still love me, just not their web servers; that it's nothing I did or didn't do...these things just happen sometimes. Why even bother becoming attached? How can I ever open my heart to love again?

I'm going to get an ulcer worrying about whether I could have done something to prevent this. Maybe I could have posted my own recipes to Tastespotting.com. Maybe I could have written fan mail to Jean with the good penmanship...let her know how much I care. Maybe I could have given Tastespotting.com more publicity--more hits.

If Jean from Tastespotting.com thinks she has legal complications now, just wait until she gets a bill from my new therapist and acupuncture-for-ulcers doctor.

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11 Comments:

Blogger Loralee Choate said...

WHAT?!!!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dammit. What am I going to do without my food porn? Crap.

June 12, 2008 at 9:49 PM  
Blogger Camille said...

I know, Loralee. I know.

June 12, 2008 at 10:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I have issues with closure, and Tastespotting.com's hasty exit from my life is almost cause for me to find a good therapist."

Now that Tastespotting is gone, you can spend more time watching cleaned up Sex and the City episodes while perfecting your fried Pinkberry bon-bon dessert.

You're almost there.

It's just a little over-fried.

June 13, 2008 at 1:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'm sorry for you:( change is hard. anon10

June 13, 2008 at 12:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hope you don't decide one day to up and stop writing your blog.

June 13, 2008 at 6:36 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

i imagine two or three of the last anon comments could be anon camille.
sounds like her, doing us doing her.

June 13, 2008 at 8:25 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

if not, sounds abit nonaware hostile.
drippingly.

June 13, 2008 at 8:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

probably me, but the music was away for awhile.
love love love the new soul song.

June 13, 2008 at 8:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

apparently jean inappropriately borrowed some intellectual property.

is this a wee martha swewart simile?

cuz i love that kind of thing.

June 13, 2008 at 10:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What?????????

June 15, 2008 at 9:07 PM  
Blogger A Letter To Kayleen said...

poor, jean. she's got enough *on her plate right now without having to be threatened by her once-loyal-readers. shame on you.


*pun intended.

June 16, 2008 at 10:20 AM  

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