so for the past couple of days i have been trying to figure out what it means that i am doing this - writing, online, a place where people i know, and don't know, can see, and read. it started for two simple reasons: 1. ABN had one (god, it even looks cool) and i was jealous that people he didn't know where interested in what he was posting, and 2. i've been trying for months (years?) to get back to writing, in really any form, and this seemed as good a start as any.
until recently, as in yesterday, my meanderings on the internet were relegated to blogs of people i know (or really, use to know) and blogs about celebrities, so people i know. since yesterday was cold and rainy, i did 5 loads of laundry and watched 6 episodes of house all while reading blogs of regular people, i don't know. ABN was surprised. "what are the blogs about?," he asked. i tried to explain that i was reading about everyday life. other people's every day life. apparently other people out there read about topics of interest but for me, reading about the most intimate details of people i don't know is completely fascinating. i plan to stick with that. i'm still learning how to make way through the millions of blogs that are out there, and i'm struggling to learn the lingo (meme? wtf!?) but once i get a better idea of the true jewels out there i will be sure to share.
oh, one more thing on the blog front...how do you decide who you tell about your blog, and is there an appropriate time to disclose? its possible i came out a bit too quickly, largely because ABN and i are having a bit of a competition (okay, its completely one-sided, on my side) about who gets more hits (we have a very healthy marriage). he had like a six month head start so i wasn't feeling too bad but then all of a sudden he was stumbledupon (whatever the fuck that means) and now he's being checked out by everyone and their mother. i decided a sure fire way to up the ante was to post on facebook, which is good and all but really, i give him major credit that those coveted strangers that are checking him out.
in addition to many many many episodes of house (hello hugh laurie) i have also recently become addicted to intervention. it is bad. really really bad that i get such pleasure out of watching people in their most private and fragile moments but really, it is shocking. and i am totally captivated. i'm rooting for them all the way, and at the same time i'm totally expecting them to fall (i'm sick, i know). i long for the moment at the end of the show (okay full disclosure, if they shoot up i've been known to skip to the end because its just too painful to watch) when the producers let the viewer (me) know what happens during recovery. i find myself dreaming about where these people are now. i know that having a glass of wine while watching would make my experience as a viewer that much more complete, but i also get that that idea sort of makes me a bad person.
i'm off to run what feels like a million errands but involves a mani and pedi so it's really not that bad. i brought home work to do this weekend which will likely take up most of my evening...i really expected to be able to get more done while watching house and intervention yesterday...weird.
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