It was the quasi haiku heard round the world:
i am taking off august
2 c if i can
The e.e. cummings prose, the Joyceian psychology filtered through some sort of rudimentary l33t-speak — it could mean only one thing: Rosie O'Donnell, the William Faulkner of celebrity blogging, had announced her retirement. What happened? Well, there was an earthquake, and it was very scary, and Rosie had to tell herself to "stay / stop - b still / remember / u will live thru these feelings," and then it hit her: "i feel too much." And then those four little lines bidding us adieu. But is that really it? Really? Blogga, please.
Like baptisms and brises, quitting your blog is an emotional rite of passage, the moment at which the heart of a casual blogger begins to pump the blood of a total Internerd freak: I am tired of blogging, but I am not so tired of blogging as to restrain myself from blogging about it and blogging about how I will no longer be blogging. When your brain gets to that mental state, you are beyond the point of return. You are LIVING THE BLOG.
People followed up with Rosie: "I'll take the month off and then see what it feels like to come back to it." Emphasis ours, because at least she seems to kind of know what's happening here: By announcing her blogging "sabbatical," she is, in fact, so knee-deep in this shit that she's beyond rescue. And, yeah, she'll be back (probably well before Labor Day). She has no choice. It's the only way she knows. —Jessica Coen