Or, 4 Reasons Why You Are Probably So Over This Blog
1. I post infrequently.
My last post? Three weeks ago. Just pathetic. And I don’t even really have excuses—I just, you know, have work during the day, and then I come home and do other stuff. Stuff that is not blogging. Sometimes I try to clean the house. Sometimes I practice the Brahms Requiem which I’m singing for choir (omg y’all this German is DEVOURING MY SOUL). Sometimes I just lie on the couch and complain about how tired I am. And I don’t even have kids, just cats.
Because visual representations of data are always fun, here’s a nice pie chart:
2. I post erratically.
Some writers have handy genre-centered blogs with beautiful banners and clever punny titles about DIY home decor or politics or cooking or design. This is nice because you can rely on those blogs as sources of regular inspiration/information on your particular subject of interest. Unfortunately, you can’t really count on a certain type of content from me. This is probably frustrating for people who, say, happen upon my post about cleaning solutions and want more, only to find cranky rants about Joe Paterno and pictures of my bike. Like the good cataloger I am, I try to at least sort posts into certain groups and apply certain tags, but let’s be real—I’m an aimless writer with hoboish mental tendencies.
3. I’m too lazy to watermark my photos.
So please don’t steal them. K? K thx.
4. I am a really terrible reader/commenter.
I’ll be going along with my life, when all of a sudden I’ll remember the blogosphere. It goes like this:
I have a blog.
I should probably log in to WordPress.
Other people I like have blogs.
I should read them and leave thoughtful comments.
I’m a terrible person.
Everyone else is conscientious and community-oriented and I’m a selfish sloth.
I don’t belong here.