Two of my friends have created blogs, and I figure it's my turn to jump off that cliff.
I've been considering doing this for awhile, but there are several reasons why I have not yet.
1) I don't know how much I have to say to the world. I don't want to be a boring or whiney writer who talks about nothing, though I love reading anything other people write, including colanders. I don't think they're boring.
2) If I can compose this online, why can't I stick it in my diary? Several lovely, lonely journals sit on my bookshelf, begging for purpose, but all I ever end up doing is being whiney when I write. This returns us to the original problem (See #1).
3) I hate the word blog. It sounds like "blob" or "bog," and is therefore too swampy for my taste.
4) Mum always says not to put too much information on the internet, and how am I supposed to write about anything if I can't write about it in explicit detail?
With this in mind, I now have a blog, and shall perhaps write again sometime.
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1) You are a smart person with interesting things to say, and I think it is hilarious that you linked to my colander.
ReplyDelete2) I've never been able to keep up with journaling, but for some reason I've had better luck blogging (perhaps due to the encouragement I've received from friends).
3) You could be sophisticated and use the full term "weblog."
4) I would not recommend publishing your address, phone number, or credit card information on this blog.
I can't wait to read more!
First of all, I absolutely adore the way you refer to your mother as "Mum." It's endearing. In my house, we refer to my mother as, "MOM!" [Phonetically, or as phonetically as this keyboard allows, this sounds like, "MAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAaaaaM!"]
ReplyDeleteSecondly, is it okay if I post your address, phone number, or credit card information?
Thirdly, can I have your address, phone number, or credit card information?
Don't give it to her Laura! She'll take your idenity and run away for a high life of liquor, Wild West shows, and high stakes Balderdash. Meanwhile, you'll be nameless and ruined so you will have to turn to a life of crime to get by. You might meet up one day-you'll be sent to collect a debt and it will be Alexis behind the boudoir door. You'll freeze with your tommy gun in one hand, and the years of moral destruction will crash down on you. She'll put down her Whiskey bottle, adjust the sleeves of her sequined dress and tell you to make it quick. You'll do it-oh, god help you, you will-but you'll always remember the good times and be driven into a life of gin and tonic. This is assuming you also all fall into a time portal to the 1920's with a game of Balderdash.
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