How Long Have You been Blogging?
We’re coming up on my two-year blogoversary, I do believe. I still miss Pete, who broke me in.
Hah. These are always weird. What I think I look like? What I’m afraid I look like? What I wish I looked like? (Because don’t I wish I looked like a pirate? Really?)
Actually I am the shortest one in my family, which leaves me taller than the average bear, I am solid, as your total peasant stock tends to be, with totally unruly off-brown-kind-of-blond hair that won’t do what its told and I ought to keep shorter than I do. No make-up, no piercings, no tattoos. No jewelry except the wedding ring. I dress very badly, I’m afraid. As I said to one of the English Ed professors in the corridor this summer, who said, “But look how delagar is dressed!” I said,“Well, but you don’t want to count me. I’m the low bar of the English Department.” (I had on jeans and a khaki teeshirt that day. It was, however, my very best khaki teeshirt. The one without the frayed hem.)
Why do readers read your blog?
Don’t I hope they come for the quality of my writing. Heh. Or the insight of my political acumen. Maybe my wit? My brother, I know this because I asked him, reads my blog to get pissed off at me. Well, that will do.
What’s the last search phrase someone used to get to your blog?
Since I don’t know what this means, I’m answering a different question instead:
What’s your favorite way to find blogging material on a slow day?
I cast my net over the right-wing waters. I have, saved on my favorites, a whole list of sites I call, fondly, Lunatic Right-Wing Blogs. Not all of them, actually, are lunatics. Some are just right-wing blogs, normal enough folk who happen to be to my right. But I browse around until something hits my outrage button – et voila! Blogoriffic!
Your current favorite blog?
This isn’t fair. Who has just one? Here’s my list of the ones I read every day:
What blog did you read last?
Le Blog Berube.
Which feeds do you subscribe to?
I don’t know what this means. Here’s a different question:
Why are you so technologically fucking useless?
That’s a good question! I blame it on (a) my useless education. I was educated in the Louisiana public school system, Jefferson Parish, at a time when the schools were sexually segregated, so that the boy’s high school got all the money and the best teachers. They learned physics and calculus and Latin. We got "advanced math" and health ed. Also (b) I’m a classics major. Caesar didn’t know from computers, you know, so why would I? And (c) this whole math thing. I don’t really have an excuse for this one. But anything with math in it makes my head go fuzzy. And doing things with computers, it looks like math. I don’t know if it is, but when you people start showing it to me, it looks like math, I have to tell you. And it sounds like math. And then the buzzing starts, and next thing I know I’m out in the parking lot and it’s two days later and I have coffee grounds in my ear.
Essentially, as you can see, I have no valid excuse.
Who do I tag? Zelda.
21 hours ago