I don’t even have to think any longer, which is a relief.
Here’s a headline from my morning Time magazine feed:
The 25 Best Bloggers of 2013
This was the lead:
“For years now, pundits have been knowingly declaring that blogging is dead, rendered irrelevant by alternative means of personal publishing such as Facebook and Twitter. The best way to quash that silly notion is to read scads of blogs, as we did to compile this story. Gifted bloggers are busy everywhere from their own hand-crafted sites to sites operated by major corporations…”
So, I am encouraged to think, after all – Thanks, Time – that I have once again discovered another once-trendy hobby and am riding it down like a ticket holder on the Hindenburg. This article should give hope to all the bloggers in cyber space, and cheese-off a lot of the graphomaniacs. But, the two are so often overlapping demographics, you can all join me in my little game of bicameral brain splitting over most everything I look at, smell, touch, hear, and taste….I got all five senses, didn’t…yeah, one, two, three, four, five….got ’em.
So, here’s the first up, just to give you a tease, as Time did for me. I loved this…David Sedaris in hot rollers ! And I always imagined David Sedaris in hot rollers…I wasn’t hooked until the bit about Neil Gaiman growing up in Texas with a taxidermist for a father. Now that did it….growing up amongst all those stuffed armadillos…bonding with a favorite non-normal uncle or slowly deteriorating grandfather who was so tired of the swear words they knew that they had to invent their own…and they swore in three and five languages respectively. I could relate…David…you’re on your own with the hot rollers, bud.
But, I digress…this is not about me (blogger, graphomaniac, potty mouth) but about people like Jenny Lawson, and her blog “The Blogess.” I got off on that, seeing as how every post of mine has at least two yawning grammar holes, and thanks to editing by cut-and-drag method, even more syntax problems. I thought for a moment she had screwed up on the Blogess bit – no such luck. Here’s how article author Susanna Schrobsdorff (what a cool last name…I’m stealing it for a character) introduced Ms. Lawson:
“She’s been called dark, disturbing and laugh-out-loud funny — all of which is true. But beyond that, The Bloggess is a just a really talented writer. Think David Sedaris in hot rollers or Neil Gaiman if he liked to swear and had grown up in Texas with a father who was a professional taxidermist. What Jenny Lawson is not, is a typical mommy blogger. There are no humblebrag confessions about “that one time I let my kid have three Cheetos.” Her blog is about trying to stay sane when you’re generally prone not to, and about making a long-running marriage work. When she published her memoir in 2012, it debuted at number one on the New York Times best seller list.”
So…there it is. I’m too worn from going through this list of top 25. And I thought this blogging habit I picked up was just a lark. My rise to the top, and subsequent fall from grace, shouldn’t take any time at all now, not with all the confidence this article has given me.
Blog on, blog on, bloggers…. (Sing amongst yourselves, to the tune of “Sail on, sail on, sailor…” from that ugh-some song by the re-formed, or was it reformed (?) Beach Boys.