Feeling Left Out

I've been feeling left out of the blog community for a while now. Admittedly, I don't have as much down-time at work as I used to and I rarely have access to the computer at home. I used to drive into the office on weekends sometimes, just to express myself. I'm working towards remedying that soon, with a laptop purchase.
I try to support the blogs I follow. I read them as often as I can and leave short comments, or try to. Sometimes, I'll write a comment that is a more long winded and heart felt response to a post. Almost invariably, that will be the comment that gets a "failure" message or require that I join Google plus and give them the keys to all my contacts, including my business email list. I did once succumb to the temptation and found that Myeffingpony was connected to my professional LinkedIn account. I was horrified. Those two worlds are not meant to be mixed.
I'm alone at work this morning. I am ahead of my obligations and don't feel guilty spending some time trying to understand where all my friends went. (Did I mention I hate the changes to Gmail?). Well, mystery solved! One hundred and fifty of you must have been behaving very badly, as my Protective G-Deity had relegated you to spam. WTF? Am I not considered able to judge for myself? Apparently not.
I have a lot of reading to catch up on. I'm so looking forward to it:)

I am Spam. Spam I am. Spam, spam, spam, spam

I regressed yesterday. In the absence of the French Food Police, and out of sight of other, potentially-cringing, South Beach Success Story, family members, I made myself a toasted spam sandwich for lunch. My side salad was made with organic baby greens, balsamic vinegar and a boutique olive oil, so maybe it still qualifies as California Cuisine?

It reminded me of the Spam Fritters which my Mother used to make. A pure, greasy, crispy, salty, comfort-food memory. Sometimes she put a slice of pineapple on top and with a colorful dollop of ketchup on the side I was in culinary heaven.