Clueless , about blogging, in New York

Continuing on a blogging theme:

I just don’t get it!

When I began blogging I thought it was a place where I could write and see how things looked in print, before they were really published, and I could practice soul baring, soul searching, experimental, and other writing forms.

I admired some of the politico bloggers–that part I understood–and in the spirit of never thinking anybody would read my posts, and in the spirit of living in New York, a city that I love with all my heart, but sometimes without my feet and soul, gave my URL a very political name. it seemed right at the time.

Blogger’s price was right, being free, and it just seemed fun.

We (you’ll be introduced to all of us soon enough) love the ability to instantly communicate with the world.

We also love the ability to instantly edit, or in our case, just change things in our post.

Our dad claimed that before our time, The New York Times, would have one story in its earliest edition and a completely different story with the same headline, in its last issue. We can relate. We call that acting on our compulsions and as compulsions go, it’s not a bad one.

Then I learned about BE and joined it. That’s when it became weird.

What was a banner which is really I’m told a button?

Why does blogging really seem to be about HTML skills, and she who has the most buttons wins?

Admit to being totally helpless about HTML–though we knew it when it was called DOS–or was that a close relative?

Why are there so many blogging organizations?

Who has time to surf the blogs in all of them?

Why are the most “popular” blogs, not about writing or politics–two subjects I do understand–but about contests or total trivia?

(I did end up liking many of them.)

I changed my URL to one that 52% of the voting population wouldn’t hate.

Why are skins (or designs) so important?

We get the need to look good visually part, but it seems unfair to people without design skills or bucks to pay the designer.

We got the great looking skin because we’ve always been into looking hot.

We thought that we had Technorati down, but frankly we don’t get it at all, or can’t do it, or thought that it had come with our hosting company or the WordPress, and oh we just don’t get it.

When did this begin seem like a full time job I don’t get paid for?

We would blog forever if all we needed to do was write and answer comments. Really.

We don’t write totally comment friendly because we’re really into writing what we feel like writing, and not putting the extra hook in.

Oh yes, we forgot to mention that we do like reading blogs, and even making comments in blogs that didn’t make comments in ours; or don’t have us Blogrolled.

We’re much more user friendly then we let on.

We want to push Sally who has a great post on one of our team blogs. I mean super incredible. You all knew she was intelligent, not to forget pithy, sarcastic–who else would name their blog, well just go see it.

We’re also partial to Mulligan, who had a great post on that same blog Monday. The three original girls of the team go in a row–kind of Kool.

We keep on being pushed off the Internet? Trying to tell us something?

Though maybe now that (we hope) we’re going to have a completely working computer, we’ll have an extra two and half hours to the day.

We would use them for walking or doing something social, but maybe….

Sorry about not answering comments recently.
My imaginary dog, Toto, ate all the responses.

No, Toto and I have been a bit busy recently.

Savannah Falls fell down on the job; she will be on an intense feeding tube today, and yes we make horribly un-PC jokes about Savannah to Toto–who actually laughs, Lucia, fave sis, and a few other select friends. Who laugh heartily.

We’re all sorry Savannah but life isn’t all about being morally correct, you’ve been driving me crazy, and un-PC jokes and coffee are the last guilty pleasures available to us.

Her big sister, Arial Black, the desktop died. Just went and died. The burial will be today.

This is all part of our big excuse for not answering comments recently, and having found a mess of them, we–me and Toto–might not have answered. We began answering them yesterday, but then Savannah crashed uh, died several times and we had to bring her back to life.

Oh yes, links–you link me and I’ll link you–haven’t played that game yet, though we’re not really adverse to it.

In the beginning of our BE days, we noticed Blog Shares on our friend, Tammy’s blog. We were mildly curious, but just mildly.

We’re pushing her today to show that the first friend we made on the Internet is literary, and a great writer, and someday we’ll be able to say that we knew her before she became famous.

We hope to know her even after she writes that best seller. (Kinehora) A Yiddish equivalent to touching wood for luck.

Our first appointment of the day just called to say he would be late. Something about the intense heat sinking part of the Bronx River Parkway–couldn’t really get it as his cell kept breaking up.

It was all so innocent back when we first joined BE. Now we have the time to push people but every time we try, we get kicked off the Net. Maybe it’s sending us a message.

Then it seemed to take over our lives, like Seymour the plant, on what cult movie and show? Not The Rocky Horror Show Oh god, now our almost perfect memory for totally irrelevant facts is going.

Should we become like Mayor Koch who e-mails his reviews and thoughts to almost everybody he ever met?. We never did that when we were paid to review and write down our thoughts. But hey, maybe.

If life’s really a game, we want to play.

We never knew we had a competitive side until we first began writing professionally. It’s not our favorite side of our many persona’s, but hey, it’s real.

Went through all those years of working without ever knowing this. We (or me, in this case) would push for other people over us to be promoted, or to get some really wanted responsibility, because that person needed the money or the ego boost more–really, you could ask Lucia, she does have a blog.

Writing’s all about the inner me (or us) so it’s very personal, and we had no idea how competitive we could feel.

Not that we do anything about it except annoy old friends we would rather keep, and a few new ones we would also like to keep.

We don’t spend much time Googling ourselves, but the other day we went into Courting through a Google search, just out of curiosity, and noticed that Blog Shares had a run of sales on us.

We didn’t like that so we joined, but just as we were beginning to play, Savannah had a few problems.

Having always prided us on our investing acumen, and never being a trader, we really didn’t want to do this, but we had thought that Courting was private–as in owned by Pia, Toto, Arial, Toto, and soon Savannah Too.

We had no idea that you could trade on a blog–okay fantasy–but still–without letting the owner know. That’s not fair.

What does that make us?

An employee of our own idea?

What will come next–intellectual property fantasy attorneys?

Yes, in answer to some of our critics elsewhere, we do think that we’re pretty clever.

Not naming names but we don’t think that the people (person, whatever) who thinks we’re not bright could write anything as imaginative and out there as this.

And to the people who believe that we’re emotionally unstable: we’re truthful. We admit to our weaknesses. We don’t use them for sympathy or even empathy.

We use them because they helped shaped the adult us. And the adult us has done pretty well in life.

We use our weaknesses because they help other people understand what they’re giing through. We don’t harp about them. We don’t talk about them on a daily or weekly basis. Use them against us, and you’re in for quite a fight–and not just from Pia and company. Sometimes we whine, but we’re really not a whiny personality type and hate that being used against us.

We hate it that because we admit to our weaknesses and foibles people see fit to use them against us, on our other blogs. However it’s a free country. Just think first and I will continue on this theme later.

Personally we’ve become infatuated with ourselves.

Really do own our ideas.

Who else could think them up?

Who else would want to?