I started to write my feelings on Michele quitting the Bloggies, and I began to feel like I’ve lost my way with this thing. I have thought that all I have been doing lately is writing to the Blogosphere or the Blogiverse or whatever the hell it is, not to the rest of the world (who don’t really know what a Bloggy is, nor do they care). I felt like maybe I’m focusing too much on the latest chapter of “As The Blogosphere Turns.”
For example, today (um, yesterday) was the 30th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Instead of writing something pertinent, like -e- and Dania, I spent my time yakking about a meaningless award from some teenager that was supposed to be fun but turned out to be another French judge at the Olympics fiasco. What the hell?
So, I went back and looked at January posts to see how many are pure blogger bologna and how many are about life and toys and cool links. Thankfully (and surprisingly), it was about 50-50. In fact, there were a few more non-blogger than blogger-centric posts (like this one, duh). So, I’m not completely a slave to the blog powers. I still write about MOHAA and the circus every once in a while. Hallelujah.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my blogging friends. I love being a part of the goings on in Blogspace (foolish nickname number three, ha!). But not when they have to take the kind of crap Michele did today. And not when deserving bloggers get dumped on for being nominated for a stupid award–or have their bubble burst by someone calling it a stupid award. That’s when I feel like turning this whole thing off for good.
So, I guess I’ll continue to blog, just like I did yesterday, and just like I will tomorrow. I won’t put as much stock into being a nominee. I won’t expect the mall to shutdown, just so I can shop at one boutique. I won’t expect the mailman to bring my mail up to my door. I’ll continue to live on my pre-Bloggie-Nominee income. I’ll use my brand new Sharpies to draw mustaches on pictures, instead of for signing autographs. And best of all, I’ll return to powdered cheese for my macaroni.
That’s my spork sistah talkin’. And damn if she ain’t right… except for the powdered cheese… go with Easy Mac. And I l-o-o-o-v-e the photo. When are you gonna use the markers on it?