The Diary Master 16. 29

Have you ever wondered about the Diary Master ?  Have you ever felt that in the universe that is the wonderful environment of OD that actually, the Diary Master, has the role of God?
 
Yes that’s right, I say Diary Master because DM makes him sound like some perverse shortened version or variety of  BDSM.
 
And I did say God, yes, that’s right.
 
God – because he knows everything we say and think here. Everything we right in a note, or in an entry, even the private ones, the ones we think no one knows about, well, the DM as administrator must be privy to them, if he wanted to be.
 
A few weeks back, OD was playing up a little with its favs only entries and I re-posted the entry that a friend had already posted given some member made temporary solutions to the problem.
 
Within seconds, the voice of the Diary Master arrived on my entry, informing me that the problems were now sorted and could I please remind my friends.
 
It made me smile. It made me feel slightly observed from on high and I guess that must be what it is like to be God. You know, you keep quite for an eternity and then when someone does something a little out of line you can zap in and remove them from the universe, just as the Diary Master could zap me now from Open Diary. (Please please done Diary Master, I confess and beg forgiveness…yes I did just have another chocolate.)
 
Or, equally, you could be a wonderful little angel, doing no harm at all and God could just be watching quietly, just as you may not be aware that the Diary Master is reading any of your entries, until Big Brother booms from on high again.
 
Perhaps in fact, that’s why people like Big Brother – for once they think they can hear the voice of God. Or perhaps not. Perhaps I just need some fresh air. I think this is likely.
 
Anyway, if the DM has read this I hope he hasn’t taken offence and zaps me because really I am a lovely good girl and if Santa could bring me more chocolate croissants for Christmas that would be fab.
 
So there.
 
Your slightly going very mad blogging blogathoner,
 
M.  

ps – if I disappear, you’ll know he zapped me. 😉