unnecessarily superior
An (admittedly selfish) note to bloggers: If you are a 32 year old housewife with angst: please refrain from telling the world about it. I only read about your cute little lives to entertain myself, and occasionally steal ideas on how to make stuffed animals or block prints, not because I want to see what teenage live journals would be like if they all aged 10 years, got a domain and knowledge of Typepad (but retained their need to have random strangers validate their lives).
Seriously. We all need a lot more Travis Nicholson in our lives. Now that’s how you blog.
Also note how I did not bracket that opening paragraph with <selfish> blah blah </selfish>. That’s tired.
Enough of my self indulgent telling other people how to live their internet lives though.
I am actually pretty happy with the way things are going (disappointing daily blog reads notwithstanding).
The VBP is going very well, despite yet another slight hiatus due to finishing off my work at the Press.
It’s coming to a close. The last issue of the academic year is hitting stands, and all that’s left is for me to train the incoming protege, and hope he or she doesn’t outshine me too horrifically.


I am (beyond) flattered. Seriously.
Oh, and if I am in a bad mood, I read LiveJournal and reaffirm my own self-worth after reading about two or so posts.
I can give you URL’s… but it’s funnier with a certain knowledge of who that person is.
I wonder if you had the guts to leave your negative comment on the actual 32 year old’s blog or did you just hide it here?
I forgot to add that I like your illustrations by the way. Nice work :)
Actually, I have no idea who’s 32 or not. As weird as it seems, it was more of a general statement of displeasure with a number of blogs (but I read an awful lot of blogs written by arty 30 year olds). And I’m not upset enough to act upon it except to grumble generally in my own little spot on the internet, as it’s a completely selfish displeasure.
I expect my cutsey escapist daily reads to be without reality. When reality intrudes on my blogs, I get upset. It is completly unrealistic. But for some reason, I read the Times, or the Globe and Mail when I want harsh reality, and the blogs when I want inspiration.