Is this venue a Blogularity contest of folks competing to be the best in Blog or is this just a case of diarrhea of the diatribe. If someone were genuinely writing to express their emotions on, say, such subjects as motherhood or fatherhood, in hopes that their editorial would bequeath down to their offspring as a little light reading of parental aspirations….well…It just makes me reach for another round of Pomegranite Martini’s. How much can a person endure and or find interesting of someones cutsie Kid anecdote, Rumball remedies, or how one managed to be the greatest “whatever” they can be. After scanning the Blog waves I have truthfully found that my attention span can not endure paragraphs that contain T.M.I. (Too Many Idio-syncrazies) Some posts have me at Hello and some have lost me at the Title.
Maybe the blogging’s are individualized because they are vented around a personal genre that only the Blog-head that wrote them can understand or *get*. oohh help me Obi- Blog-Kanobi…..
I *get* the posts displaying food, in fact, I get those cuisine commentaries so much that I put on ten pounds just drooling over them. They are so life like that I cut and copy the articles and paste them onto my families dinner plates. If there were an aroma tab in the drop down menu I’d have it made…..
I *get* Blog-fomercials that instruct on the adversity of the diversity of Chiropractic care of an unused clavicle and the pro’s and con’s of Transformer’s vs. Toy story. I understand clicking on a useful site to gain pertinent info that might be useful to our Blog alignment yet can also carry us back to our childhood action figures. What I fail to *get* is the bait-n-switch routine once my mouse has clicked into the vast unknown. Some of the deceptiveness has risen it’s ugly blog and turned into an advertisement for something that should enhance my life and enlarge my milieu. If I had one….a milieu that is…..
I *get* the ramblin’ blog who’s insight ,via their own eyesight, is the never ending story that temporarily perks my interest at The End. I know love and life are hard…so are the other four letter words…….
I *get* the Sci-Fi and Mad Hatter routines using anonymous fillers for entertainment value to coerce a firing of rapid responses. I’ll even throw in the Techno crowd-pleasers with their abundance of orchestrated graphics and pie charts. ummm..pie (chart)..makes me want to return to the Food Blogwork…..
I *get* the poetry section? Well I try to. I can barely follow the alliteration of Dr. Suess‘ One Fish..Two Fish… I know that has a deeper meaning attached to it some where located on the Discovery channel. I can follow the Blog-alligory set in motion by the ingenious minds masked behind a comic relief. I GET humor. What I don’t get is someone so far removed that they don’t *get* the GET. That could be a diagnostic dilemma in the getter or the getee….Hmm this proses a problem.
I *get* the travel section and reading about expeditions and exotic camping equipment , it’s riveting and has me on the edge of my Blog and makes me want to jump into an action packed Wrangler toward the end of the horizon. Although the scenic one’s that picture white sandy beaches and a coral reef keeps me in a trance until my stomach growl’s…..which makes me return to the Food blog network…
I *get* the Kid’s periodicals on their growth charts and the parental expletives of the undertakings of their underlings. I am particularly fond of the ghost writer posing as Dr. Spock, who blog-ly goes where no one has blogged before. I’d like to review those credentials….ohh were makin’ Wookieeee…
I *get* Humor. The Good, The Bad, or The Ugly….I *get* it. The left brain function is logical enough to disentangle the right brain creative force enabling the egghead to look at the whole picture in detailed funny. Some folks can’t grasp the different depths of Funny…Lot’s of people are Off The Wall……Take Humpty Dumpty for instance…even he cracked up.
Well, if I had my say, which I do because this is my venue where I stand too tall in my platform shoes; I believe most reader’s contain a humorous bone in their skeletal Blog. Even if the writings are subject(ive) to one’s own mind using a Forced energy to Sabor our thoughts throughout the Ja-wa sisterhood.
MUMBO-JUMBO NUMBER FIVE…..a little bit of blogging in my life…