Untitled #5

One of my friends mentioned that she wanted to write a blog, but didn’t know what to write about.  I wisely (because I am very wise) counseled her that if she wanted to blog, she could write about anything she wanted to (I myself had wrestled with this question and came to the conclusion that I would write whatever the hell I wanted.)  Blogging is supposed to be fun, not a chore.  Don’t do it for others- do it for yourself!

So what if you’re not an expert in knitting tiny sock creatures or take photos of beautifully lit plates of radishes?  I feel like most bloggers didn’t start out writing because they wanted to become famous and beloved in the interwebs; they wrote because they wanted to, and with luck and persistence, they gained a loyal following (which you, dear reader, are to me). If you want to become a famous blogger instantly…trolling on other sites and getting people annoyed/furious/disgusted with you is probably easier than being nice and writing about the pretty trees you saw on your way to work.

Don’t know what trolls are?  Let’s let Urban Dictionary define it: “One who posts a deliberately provocative message to a newsgroup or message board with the intention of causing maximum disruption and argument.” I was disappointed, I was hoping for a less PC definition, seeing at it is Urban Dictionary; oh wait, there is one: “A dumbass who makes idiotic posts in message boards newsgroups for the sole purpose of pissing people off, often lacking in intelligence. Sometimes compared to people who pass you by on the sidewalk then grab you in inappropriate places.”  (I thought people who grab you were called sexual offenders, but tomato/tomahto.  A creep is a creep.)

In literary news, I finally finished A Dance With Dragons, book #5 in A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin.  I can now confidently say: mind blown.  Blown to bits and pieces and now I can’t wait for book #6, but who knows how long I’ll have to wait (#5 came out 6 years after #4).  Luckily, I’m of the Harry Potter generation, so I’m used to waiting for my books.  Makes me appreciate them that much more.


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