Bringing you (every so often, when I’m not sleeping, napping, or resting): • views on hot topics long after they’ve grown cold • reviews of films, shows and books I may or may not have seen or read • advice and opinions on anything and everything with precious little factual information to back it up • appallingly bad photos.
About Me:
This is where bloggers list their qualifications, such as “I’m Dr. Lovett, a board certified physician and leading OBGYN. I have provided services to women in the mid-Manhattan community at my upscale Park Avenue office for 18 years, which entitles me to exchange information with you about women’s health issues.”
This is the internet. Dr. “Lovett” is an oversexed frat boy who didn’t spend 18 years practicing on Park Avenue – he spent them getting old enough to go to college, where he and his friends set up a blog to lure unsuspecting women into posting revealing photos of their “health issues.”
There is no point in posting credentials on the internet, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead and assume I have whatever you assume I need to blog about whatever it is I’m going to blog about.
This is also where people disclose little bits of information about their hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes. What you need to know about my hobbies and interests is: nothing. I don’t know why other bloggers feel the need to tell you they live in Iowa, own pets, or like to crochet unless their blog is about Iowa, pets, or crocheting. As far as I’m concerned, this stuff is really TMI so MYOB.
About You:
As a blogger, my main concern is You – my readers. I care about each and every one of you. Mostly what I care about is this: Are you the kind of person I’m looking for in a blog reader? I can’t just have any Tom, Dick and Harriet running their eyeballs over my sentences at any time of the day or night. I am not that kind of blogger. The type of blog reader I’m looking for is someone not so uncultured that their preferred reading consists mainly of publications containing words like “Kapow” encircled in in balloon-shaped boxes, yet not so pretentious as to be unable to discuss art and literature without the blatant overuse of French and German phrases. If you don’t fall somewhere in between these two categories, please leave.
Contact Me:
Please don’t.