There's not a single thing I'm going to write about here that you need to read.
Just clearing that up before we start.
I'm hoping, of course, that you will choose to drop in from time to time when you need a little pick-me-up, or when you need to point and laugh so as to give your self-esteem a boost. That's why I read blogs, anyway.
And about that: blogging is most certainly not dead. I know this because I enjoy so many. It only seems like they're heading for exctinction, thanks to the almighty Facebook and fun-sized bites like Tumblr and Pinterest. Don't get me wrong, I love me some pins. And I don't expect anything else from pinning than that refreshing quick fix. However, I just read a doodad where most people don't even use Tumblr's text option. I have a much-in-need-of-updating Tumblr for my jewelry-making stuff, and sometimes I post silly things that have nothing to do with jewelry, but I admit to being hesitant myself to use the blog feature. I think it's because I want to keep my personal writing separate. Hence, Big Rock Candy Island.
Yes, I know the song title is actually "Mountain," not "Island." This is not a documentary. It's a distillation.
I feel like I live on an island, sometimes. A big, mysterious island, like the one in "Lost," but with fewer polar bears and smoke monsters. There's certainly plenty of dark places and creatures peering out with glowing eyes. But there's also candy and unicorns and shit that make the dark stuff easier to bear. Does that make sense?
I'm sure you know what I mean.
Oh, I've got company on the island, to be sure. My husband, for one, and some good pals. I am receiving visitors, if you are so inclined.
The internet is littered with the corpses of my dead blogs (good luck finding them; there's a reason I won't link to them here). I'm hoping to keep this one alive.
Don't be a stranger, stranger.
Just clearing that up before we start.
I'm hoping, of course, that you will choose to drop in from time to time when you need a little pick-me-up, or when you need to point and laugh so as to give your self-esteem a boost. That's why I read blogs, anyway.
And about that: blogging is most certainly not dead. I know this because I enjoy so many. It only seems like they're heading for exctinction, thanks to the almighty Facebook and fun-sized bites like Tumblr and Pinterest. Don't get me wrong, I love me some pins. And I don't expect anything else from pinning than that refreshing quick fix. However, I just read a doodad where most people don't even use Tumblr's text option. I have a much-in-need-of-updating Tumblr for my jewelry-making stuff, and sometimes I post silly things that have nothing to do with jewelry, but I admit to being hesitant myself to use the blog feature. I think it's because I want to keep my personal writing separate. Hence, Big Rock Candy Island.
Yes, I know the song title is actually "Mountain," not "Island." This is not a documentary. It's a distillation.
I feel like I live on an island, sometimes. A big, mysterious island, like the one in "Lost," but with fewer polar bears and smoke monsters. There's certainly plenty of dark places and creatures peering out with glowing eyes. But there's also candy and unicorns and shit that make the dark stuff easier to bear. Does that make sense?
I'm sure you know what I mean.
Oh, I've got company on the island, to be sure. My husband, for one, and some good pals. I am receiving visitors, if you are so inclined.
The internet is littered with the corpses of my dead blogs (good luck finding them; there's a reason I won't link to them here). I'm hoping to keep this one alive.
Don't be a stranger, stranger.
Blogging dead. Ha, where do they think so many of those pins originate from?
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