by tessa
So Gretchen said that I could glom onto her blog which would officially make this a blog-glom, I guess. Sounds like those fake swear words cartoon characters sometimes use: Blog-glom-it!
If I were a super hero, maybe I’d be The Blog Glommer! I’m not sure what The Blog Glommer would wear (always top of mind!) or what kind of super hero powers I’d have. I’m sure that we’ll see a blog about it soon, so stay tuned.
Anyway, I like the words glom and blog together just as I am deeply enamoured of the words pamplemousse and parapluie together. Perhaps Super Hero Blog Glommer carries a pamplemousse-colored parapluie while fighting crime in Paris? Hey, it could happen!
Anyway, back to the story. Despite having copious free time to write, I haven’t done so. I might have grumbled to Gretchen that it’s because I don’t know how to start a blog, hence her invitation to blog-glom. But I don’t know that it’s strictly the underpinnings of blogging that restrict my already sorely lacking ambition. The real problem is that I believe you have to Get a Life, go out there and liiiive to actually write anything worth reading. Even the most sedentary of bloggers seems more interested in living a life (or at very least actively watching Paris Hilton live hers) than I do.
I’m a Professional Life Spectator. Wait, I don’t get paid for it, so I guess I’m an Amateur Life Spectator -- that would be funnier if the initials spelled something obscene. Maybe I’m a Spectator of Life who Undermines Giddiness. Or a Spectator of Life Unaware of Gratification. SLUG is obviously appropriate.
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