It's hard for me to find blogs out there worth following. There's so many out there about fashion and cooking and gossip and 'here's my kids over and over and over again doing nothing' that I wonder how in the world those have actual readers.
(If your kid's funny, totally different, blog it up.) Maybe kids arent the best example, what i mean is there is probably more than one blog out there where some lady dresses her cat up each day as a different president and blogs about it and has 50 loyal followers.
(I'd totally follow that). What I want in a blog is a good story. That's it. I want a quick snippet of your life that's sincere and in the moment and maybe some pictures to go with it. Simple enough. I don't need every sentence to be a punch line or every post to be a Seinfeld episode. I don't need the ridiculous crudeness that's thrown in by some authors I guess for shock value maybe? Or it's their way of being edgy? But see that's the thing. It's not edgy. It actually becomes the opposite feeling altogether and after a paragraph I've completely lost interest. My girl TB has a good thing going with her "Year 31" blog. Just a simple sincere blog about whatever she's going through. It's not a punchline-filled, or trying so hard to be edgy that it ends up not being edgy and instead annoying. It's just right
(plus she's crazy nice, too). An all time fave is
"One Girl and Her IPod". This is a perfect example of what I like. Great pictures, simple stories, done. She even throws in songs she's listening to at the time
(thus the title). It's really a perfect blog so, seriously, go follow it. A new one I found thru TB is
"Feelix's Happy Ending". Perfect moments extracted from the everyday life of a singer/songwriter/everyday girl put on a page for me to read. That's all i need. I wish they were all like that, but some people are trying so hard to be
whatever. There was one I read today by a girl and she literally starts the post with "I was sitting on the toilet busting one out. I had a sore stomach." Two sentences later she's starting a paragraph with "Anyway as I was carefully wiping the remnants from my backend I heard our front door open..." I know she thinks she's being original, or slightly edgy and real, but good lord woman,
wiping= no bueno for blogging (you would think this wouldn't have to be explained).There's this other one that I was actually trying to like called "Psychological Ramifications of a Fugged Up Childhood" that I thought might be cool. I can't remember if I saw it on TB's page or where, but I figured even if the posts were totally nuts, based on the title, maybe there's a core that's true and it's gonna make it work. Maybe i gave up too quickly, but the only post I liked was one titled "A Post about Nothing" cuz he wasn't trying so hard to make the post a comedy routine and cuz this picture was in it.
Are you kidding me?? Best picture ever. I was totally sold. Then the next entry felt like a comedy routine and I lost interest. I guess to each his own. That's why I appreciate finding those simple but awesomely written blogs like the ones I mentioned above from TB, Emma, and the girl who writes 'Feelix' (sorry I'm bad with names). Just give me a piece of your existence, a day at a time, and be real. The end.
I feel better now. So my piece of existence over the last couple of days in a nutshell? How about 3 pictures worth of nutshelling?
Picture 1:
"Hey I think I'm running late" text received at 430 yesterday afternoon from my Mila Kunis lookalike translated to "HOLY CRAP IM SUPPOSED TO HAVE SUSHI WITH HER AT 5" in my brain and smoothly transitioned to "hey, me too, how's 530?" as I jumped into the shower and booked it like there was no tomorrow to Sushibar. Disaster averted.
Picture 2:
Shep got recognized this morning for representing our Dept by leading the Pipes and Drums in our Honor Guard for the last 20 years. It was good to see. Shep is good people.
and Picture 3:
Sampson's first fire as an acting captain a few hours ago. It wasn't a raging inferno as much as it was a large bonfire, but that's him looking into the eyes of the beast. There's 7 hours left in this shift so I should stop joking about small fires before I anger the fire gods. Time to sneak in some shut eye. Tomorrow's Friday. Looking forward to the weekend.
