When I don't know what to write I usually yell from my desk (read: bed) across the 12-14 feet that make up my apartment to Geanna's wing (read: room) something to the effect of, "I need something to write about!" And then, using an indoor voice because we're a kiddie pool's distance from each other, she says, "hhmm - well ______'s friend ______ is going through a really bad ______ with some ______." And we go from there.
This, though a wonderful source of bonding for us (and our neighbors!) -- is no way to fill a blog.
Time for audience participation. As of late you've been commenting like you have strong opinions, valid questions, and better grammar than me (I?...).
Send stories. Ask question. Suggest topics. Post links.
You can be anonymous. You can be shamelessly self-promoting. You can be one of my sisters (or Dani-the-commenter who has the same name as one of my sister).
As you may have noticed there is a box at right labeled "Followers" featuring 1x1" pictures of people who follow this blog via its RSS feed -- a piece of online technology I understand about as much as the sub prime mortgage crisis and why they ever stopped making Pure Moods CDs.
It creeps me out for a number of reasons, paramount among them the 1x1" picture of my Dad on it, which inspired Pierson to leave me the following voicemail, ..."Dude - when did your Dad become a real estate dealer?"... and also because, much like the Mona Lisa, I feel its/his eyes follow me as I write with a look that either means, "I'm just so proud..." or "did you really need to say 'fuck' right there?"
But since the blogger people call then followers, and I note that the only people who have followers they don't listen to are Kim Jong ill and Mark Zuckerberg (give us back our perfectly square pictures!!!) I've decided it's time to open my arms to my people in a spirit of I'm going-to-eventually-run-out-of-shit.
Help me help myself help this blog so it can help you (and yours).
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