Just some housekeeping points today.
#1: Change of Online Hours
As of tomorrow, the time I am online will change from during the day to after hours. I’m riding the rail of a project at work. If I’m successful, it could mean very good things in the near future. If not, I may be condemned to cubicle hell for eternity. As such, it’s not the time to be found outside the lines.
This change will be beneficial to you, the consumer, because it will mean more freedom to visit your respective blog-homes and focus on your content (while I clean, watch TV, and chat on the phone, of course). I will also have time to search out other quirky individuals to add to this motley crew of commentators.
Furthermore, I caught myself saying, “We were hanging out at Omar’s…” during a story yesterday. Since my blog life and reality are obviously blurring, it’s time for some separation. Thanks to my visits to blah-blah-blah.com, I have recognized the signs of addiction.
#2: Addition of 2nd Blog
I know what you’re thinking, “We only read this blog out of pity! No one wants a second!” Well, my dear readers, the 2nd blog is not for you.
I’ve become aware of a divide among the lurkers and the commenters. Some of the more brave of the lurkers have approached me to ask for something that meets their needs. See, they found me seeking sites about spiritual matters. They like my style and want to laugh at their respective religions, but need some guidance. Hence, the birth of ‘Middle Class Mormonism.’ I plan to launch the site later this week.
This really has to do with the fact that outside of work, my religion is my life. ‘Glo’ tends towards the secular, but my real person is a rather conservative person with strange politics. I recognize that it’s a dichotomy – hence my sign-on name.
‘My Magnificent Obsession with Self Awareness’ will be my main blog. No one is expected to journey to the other. I merely tell you this 1) to let the lurkers know that I have heard their pleas, and 2) so you’ll know where I am if I haven’t posted one day as I will only post once a day to one or the other site.
Okay, that’s it for now. If cable Internet gets installed tonight, then I will change hours immediately. If not, then expect it sometime this week.
37 comments:
My lines have also been heavily blurred. And I need to cut out the work time commenting. I’m inflating a lot of comment numbers, namely my own. So here I am, hypocritically commenting during work hours…
As am I. I can't seem to stop myself. The commenting is half the fun. Alas, it does not pay as well as the day job.
No, no it does not. At work, I’m 10 times worse with emails. I mean, I still get work done, but I always have to add some nonsense to the reply when I finish someone’s request. I’m both highly unprofessional and completely ridiculous. I think it’s funny to joke about how drunk I am if I make a mistake on someone’s request. I don’t make mistakes often though, so I think I’m ok… Plus I respond almost instantaneously… that little envelope pops up in the corner and I’m all over it.
By the way, this is my idea of not commenting while at work…
That little yellow envelope! I feel compelled to respond to it. The vast majority of mail is from my boss. I plead with myself to 'look busy' but I can't resist answering immediately.
I am shocked she has yet to question my Internet habits due to that fact.
I'm glad you're not being professional - it would be such a disappointment somehow. (Note how much self-control I have exhibited - over 1 hour between comments - although my life has become dull and devoid of meaning. Oh, well - can't have it all).
This sounds remarkably familiar. After pained complaints, I had to give my inner granny her own knitting blog, which is read by exactly one person, I believe. But it has to be there. (Neglected as it is, in contrast to the Scrivenings.)
Anyhoo, yay on cable! And well done on drawing boundaries. I hear it's a good idea. Maybe I'll try it sometime. [guffaws offstage]
Wow, its been awhile since I last saw an offstage guffaw… Either way, email calls to me. I am it’s humble servant. “To thine own email be true.” That is one of my many unnecessary creeds.
Also, it’s been said on many occasions that I’m perhaps the most unprofessional emailer here. I’m not crude, but I’m notorious for my “Ninja Steve Says:” email series. I have 30 or so pictures that I made up one day with various pearls of wisdom from the almighty Ninja Steve, along with a picture of the great ninja dance-off that had Scooby Doo wailing away on his guitar… yup, it’s not in the company handbook, I’ll tell you that much. I think it should be though.
Yes, for awhile, I wasn't into blogs, but now I see that they are quite fun.
Will not get sucked back into conversation...oh! Evil villain! (That said, if all this wonderful hilarity exists, it ought to be shared with all of Blogland.)
Scroob - thanks for understanding.
Jedith - if you've progressed to thinking it "fun" you are well on your way to an obsession - oh, and welcome!
This makes 8-5 Omar sad. But hey, people have lives that involve other things than entertaining me. That's why when I get rich, I'm getting a jester. His sole purpose will be to entertain me on a whim.
But for the record, you're more than welcome to come hang out!
Not that I'm saying you're my current jester. I'm just saying your writing entertains me. You're no jester.
I've been fighting back the tears all day. I've had so much fun chatting back and forth with whoever shows up and wherever I visit. BUT - such is life. I already feel 'out of the loop', so I will grin and bear the drop in attendance that will certainly accompany this announcement.
And, Omar - I would gladly be your jester, but I fear I'm not nearly so funny without editing...however, I may someday come for a visit. My blogfriends fascinate me!
That's OK, because in person, I don't talk. You could tell not funny jokes and I could stare at you uncomfortably without saying a word. It'd be a hoot!
Good to know. I will prepare my lamest jokes and know I have job security, then.
i'm not too spiritual but you know i'll check it out.
stalkers support each other like that...
Thanks, jasmine - such dedication! It's not so much a spiritual place as a place to discuss some things that don't really fit here. In the meantime, see you around here!
I did that not commenting much crap today, and I have to tell you, I don’t like it. It messes with my already poor work habits, making them even worse if you can believe that. It takes a lot of extra effort not to comment on stuff constantly. I’ve got a ton of work to do too, which could seriously affect my bonus this month. It’s sad when I’m debating which I want more, the commenting or the money… I’ve never been big on money though…
I hear you. I was basically miserable all day. If I wasn't at the height of work stress, I would definitely be playing.
See how serious I've become. An entire day without one snarky comment. If this doesn't end soon, I will have to start a third blog that sucks all the fun out of the internet....even the gamers will be crying in their sleep.
No way, I can make almost anything fun. Provided you have the right mindset. I was just reading the 10th anniversary edition of The Far Side, and he has this section of complaint mail he received due to some of his panels. It amazes me how easily offended people can get over nothing at all.
It amazes me how humorless people can be. I would think when I picked up a book about, say, humor that it would be funny. But many people seem to think humor is, well, serious. It's a deep thought, but I have faith you'll catch it eventually (good, I've graduated from serious to rude. I may make funny yet).
Rude to hint at something funny after I've had a really hard day and then not share. Really. I would be offended if I weren't so sure I was reading something humorous.
Yeah, I thought it was funny because, you know, the comics section of the newspaper and all, well, it has a reputation. But the reader wasn’t happy, and in protest, they wrote, “If you can’t print something good and caring, don’t print anything at all!” And we wonder why comic strips suck these days…
The men in white coats are always jabbering on about something or other, but I hardly ever pay attention to them.
A "good and caring" Far Side?? What would have been the fun of that?
Eastlakegreens - yes, I'm aware I'm crazy, but I usually like to know the context wherein my behavior is viewed. Is it just me or all my friends? Wait, yeah, we're all crazy.
I'll be there...I like to discuss spiritual matters, as long as it's not on a personal basis.
Most of the blogs I visit regularly have disappeared...so it'll be nice to have more to read.
Hope things go well at work!
How depressing, dear! I can't imagine leaving Blogland. It's embarrassing how much I would miss everybody and the strange inside jokes we've created.
I look forward to seeing you. It's many of the original crowd (remember Pam and Tomas?) who I hope will come around again.
I need blogging to be my job. Sadly, I took a stab at it and I was rejected almost immediately… I didn’t even get an interview… I was crushed for nearly 10 seconds when I found out. I haven’t felt that kind of heartache in a long long time. (it must have been almost a full day since the last time)
Okay, there it was. The first laugh of the day. Congrats. I have to admit, if anyone could sustain blogging full-time, it would be you.
My mom brings up the fact that people get money for blogging everytime she lurks here. I suppose their blogs have a point or something. Where is the fun in turning a really great place for nonsense into a serious money-getting venture? Obviously, these wealthy people have really missed the point.
If my misery can bring a smile to someone’s face, especially when that someone stalks me on a full time basis, then it’s worth it. I’ve said it before, but I’ll never say it again. “I hope that when I cry the sad tears of emotional pain, at least one person in this world laughs about it.”
What luck we met then! My creed is "I will laugh at the hysterical sobbing of the sad and destitute."
There's a second part, "Then I will point out all my successes until they rush to the nearest bridge." But, in your honor, I won't point out that I've never been turned down for a job. Wait, that's not true. I've been told TWICE by movie theaters that I wasn't ticket taker material. Not sure why, though.
Yeah, that’s sad because at my local theater, the main ticket takers are the mentally handicapped and the physically disabled. One of them only has the use of one hand, and you just hold out your ticket and they cut it with some scissors.
But I was turned down several times at Pizza Hut before they finally relented and hired me. It just goes to show, if you put your mind to it, you really can achieve your dreams!
If only...your example has inspired me to prove that I can be as socially, mentally, and physically inept as the average ticket taker.
Let’s not get ahead of ourselves now… it takes a lot of hard work to be socially, mentally AND physically inept. And besides, you don’t want to just meet the standard ticket taker, don’t you yearn for something less? Don’t you want to be below the average ticket taker? I think you’d be the type of person that would like to redefine the word “inept.”
Wow. I'd never thought about it. A whole new world has opened before me. I dare not even comment on the depths to which I could sink. Issuing the wrong tickets? Too mundane.
This is a lot of pressure. I'm sure if I really make a plan....but this is different than just stalking. It involves an audience. Could I be a trendsetter under such intense conditions? Oh, if only the world knew the depths of my insecurities!
Good night, Blogland!
Well thanks, sad as it may seem, that’s my idea of intellectual stimulation. I can go to sleep content now. Well, maybe in a few more hours anyway…
See, while you lot are commenting away like mad things (literally, apparently), I'm sleeping. Which is why I come in here and try to pick up earlier bits of the conversation. Viz: humour can be terribly serious. And not just the German jokes. In fact I specialised in nonsense poetry at university, and as I recall, concluded that it was largely about trying to skip lightly over the unbearable bleakness of being.
But then I was 19.
Jon, I had that book. I found the complaints the funniest part.
"Skip over the unbearable bleakness of being" - my idea of a blog name - Scroob, you kill me, chica.
And so I defied the charter and visited your alter-ego blog. Alter-blog ego? Ego altar blog?
Anyway. I like the beginning. Kind of like a mission statement, only without the stupid.
I'm wondering though, what with the distinction between lurkers & commenters - were you thinking maybe comments should end up more "here" vs. there?
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