Kitteh Blogger

“Some bloggers, when they know they have nothing to say, walk away and don't blog… Interesting people run interesting blogs, but it's remarkable how few of them there are.”

-The Register


OK whoa. Let me just say that I REzent that! Maybe not every blogger in the blogosphere is writing about foreign policy or quantum physics, but those blogs are boring anyway. What makes a blog interesting is up to the reader, not some ivory tower psuedollect.

I personally connect with blogs that speak to issues in my life. And boy, do I have issues. Just ask any one of my 784 Facebook friends. My lives (web and real) are cr-uh-azzyy! Speaking of Facebook…

Does anyone else hate the new, new, new (to infinity) Facebook? Every time they redo it they undo something I just learned to cope with. Quit changing it Zuckerberg! And give me a billion dollars too. LOL ha ha no seriously give it to me. And besides, I don’t need people prying into my timeline way back in 2000-whatever. Not even the closest of my 1075 Facebook friends.

I mean really everyone knows that Facebook friends are mainly just people whose friend requests you don’t have the nerve to ignore, and then a few of your actual friends. I’m over the constant newsfeed drama anyway. I don’t need to know that you ran 12 miles because you felt fat in your size two $700 dress that your mom got you as a Good Friday present. TMI about your body dismorphia and stupid mom.

But I digrezzzz…

I mean I think what my point was is that blogs are interesting because people are interesting just being who they are! Just because your blog might consist of nothing more than a daily rambling of your latest opinions on self-interested topics, of which you write about because it gives you a chance to seem creative and complex and measure your popularity by counting comments, doesn’t mean it’s not something of substance! Thoughts that people think are substance. And if you thought it, it’s probably worth blogging about.

For instance, have you ever thought about how headphones make great homeless people-deflectors? If you work downtown like I do they are a must have. Just pop in some earbuds and you can travel safely down the avenues undisturbed. Homeless people come up to me and are like, “buuuuuhhhhhh can I have some money buuuuhhhhhhhh I’m out of cigarettes” and I’m like “What? What sorry I can’t hear you because Chris Martin is currently nailing a live version of Viva la Vida in my eardrum and I’m spacing about how good the $13 lunch was that I just ate and anyway it’s rude to talk to people when they have headphones in.” And poof! - they go away.

Blogging can be about anything or nothing at all: there are no rules. You can write about your controlling girlfriend or your new smartphone or which smartphone case you should buy or how Obama loves same-sex marriage or how Mitt Romney hates poor people. Politics are especially fun. And you don’t have to do research like you were supposed to for papers in college. You can just assert anything and it becomes part of Internet history.

Ha ha I just watched some uber hilarious American Idol tryout flops on YouTube. Oh MMMMG I’m LMAO, ROFLBNRIHELMAOAINROTFLINI (That’s “I’m laughing my a** off, rolling on floor laughing but not really I hardly ever laugh my a** off and I never roll on the floor laughing I’m not insane.”) But seriously, rofl.

So to person from The Register who thinks that there are few interesting blogs, you’re missing out on the good stuff. To every blogger out there who takes the time and energy to tell their followers about their favorite breakfast cereals, their dilemmas about what present to get their best friend for their 10 year friend anniversary, to recap the 5 best episodes of True Blood and talk about how stupid it was that Godric killed himself, or to use their blog as a photo stream for daily individual pics of themselves, keep on keepin’ on. You are my people, the life-blood of the internet that makes the web a living thing.

Shut the front door I just found out that JERMAINE PAUL WON THE VOICE!! Thank God for the American public’s ability to recognize true talent. But seriously J, stop crying so much. Less crying and more singing. If I won that contest I would tear off my shirt and punch Christina Aguilera in her fake blonde head, not cry! Ah well. All’s well that ends well I guess.

Peeeze out ma read-uhhs.

N