Sometimes blogging politics make me feel like I'm in junior high.
I used to feel pressure to be witty on this blog. One of the clever ones. One of those blogs people came to daily, knowing they would get a chuckle from some pithy observation. But I failed. Many of the cool kids have link dumped me. (And thanks, by the way, to those of you who haven't!) I guess I don't post enough pictures of Samantha Brown naked. If only I had a crazy mother-in-law to secretly film, perhaps I'd be more popular. Sigh.
Rather than wallow in the fact that my patent uncoolness has finally bled to the internets, I've decided to make rejection liberating. I have more time for blogging now, and so I'm updating my links to the sites I actually read, I'm going to have a play with the look and feel of the site in the next few weeks and work on some new series to organise my thoughts. I vow to make this blog more interesting. Something truly link-worthy, so the next time I get an invite from the in-crowd I don't show up wearing polyester and carrying a board game. I mean, if someone's doing the shunning, I prefer it be me.
I'm even going to start responding to comments effective Monday morning.
But I want one more day to pretend your comments are fan mail to my celebrity. And I'm still going to blog with my sunglasses on so that I'm not recognised. (FYI, my sunglasses are very, very stylish, even if they don't have the right prescription anymore.)