Morning Browser: Ponderific lifestyles
Submitted by Christian Grantham on November 25, 2008 - 7:42am.
The secret life of bloggers is revealed in Section C of today's Morning Browser.
- Have you hugged a blogger lately? - Dave Made That
I love Twitter, don’t get me wrong, but I believe we need to start commenting more often. By leaving a comment you’re showing your interest in what the blogger has written. Consider a comment like a tip to a server. Would you leave a restaurant without tipping? If you answered yes than get lost, this blog ain’t for you a cheapskate.
- Dreary Day - Beyond the Fried
Of course it would be full of angst. Somehow dark, troubled writing feels like "real" writing to me. It has to be balanced with ridiculous romanticism as well, though -- Jane must find her Rochester, after all. It's strange, but writing that celebrates human accomplishment or drips happy self-awareness feel entirely fake to me. And that's not saying anything about the author of such happy fare; it's just that I can't relate to it, even if it is the author's true experience of life.
- If They Don’t Edit Me Out… - A Whiff of Smiff
I gave them some bits of home movies to use and a photo or two. All of that came in the middle of when I was moving so I didn’t get them the photos I would’ve liked. I had such a great time the day I went and did the interview. Justin Harvey about had to shut me up. The cameraman had to keep telling me to to not look at him and answer questions. HA. I’m so sophisticated.
- Random ranting and jabbering. It’s late, and I’m tired. - Sarcastic Mom
On a completely unrelated note, I wanted to rant for a minute about something that seriously peeves me. I HATE IT when people in a parking lot sit in their cars behind someone else who is planning on leaving soon. HATE WITH A PASSION. These asshats feel that their inability to drive around and find a different space - one which they may actually have to WALK A BIT from - is reason enough to make the people leaving feel rushed. Not to mention the people trying to use the damn parking lot aisle to drive somewhere else - oh hell no!
