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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

I've been catching up on my blog reading - honestly, you let it slide for a few days and all of a sudden you need to put hours aside just to find out what complete strangers have been up to. It's ridiculous, and one of the things I would never have thought would catch on, internet wise - why in the world would you put details of your personal life on the net? And why in the world would anyone else be interested in reading it? Why, for example, am I absolutely fascinated by the life of an American lady who is on a diet? Or why can't I stop reading the diary of a stand up who I, quite frankly, don't really like at all? Or the diary of an actress who I, quite frankly, would like to smack from now until next February? Or the diary of a gay polish boy living in America? I don't know these people!

This girl here is writing a dissertation on blogging, and specifically Irish blogging. I'm not sure what her criteria are, cos she's not telling until she gets the go-ahead from her supervisors. (I remember this from college - I had to submit four proposals before one was approved, and I ended up reading and writing about Gerry Adams for six months of my life.) If I'd known about blogging then, I'd've definitely done it on blogging instead.

But let's not get sidetracked. The fantastic Caoimhe has said that mine is "...one of the most well written, regularly updated and amusing Irish blogs out there." Yeah, that's right. You heard the lady. AND I didn't pay her to say that. So there.

[Oh! And. Another sidetrack. Everyone should look at this - caitriona.net is a photoblog of very pretty pictures, some of them being Dublin.]

Well. So. Yes. The point being, Caoimhe has got me thinking again about why in the world I would spend so much of my time blogging. I'm fully aware of the fact that my life is not that interesting - I spend so much time texting other people with the words I'M BORED that it's actually set up as one of my templates. I spend an inordinate amount of time lying face down on my bed listening to music being played by depressed boys in their early to mid twenties who've spent too much time in their teens learning to play guitar and not enough time meeting girls their own age. I also have far too much quality time with labradors for it to be considered healthy. I had decided months ago that I'd blog every day, come hell or high water, but it turned out that I don't always have something to say, because for the most part nothing. ever. happens.

And at the same time. The "nothing happened today" entries written on some of my favourite blogs are some of my favourite entries. I've said it before on numerous occasions, and I'm saying it again - I wish everyone in my life kept a blog. I might start demanding it of new friends, and I might start demanding it of old.

Get to it, people.


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