Who's Your Blog Mama?

When we decided to start this blog, I took it upon myself to create it and then 'splained to Ellie and Beth how to log in. We’ve had some gliches that we I've had to fix, we've I've found some stuff that works and we’ve they've tried some stuff that bombed. We've each discovered a few tricks and techniques to spice up our posts, like the ubiquitous strikethrough and the pretty colors and different sized letters. I have been the one who plays with the layout and tools and stuff late at night when I’m feeling drunk creative and courageous. I'm the blog mama. I know there is a lot more we can do with the format, and I will soon figure out how to do the really fancy stuff like sign in individually and add little photos and intros to our profiles. We all like the funny comic, but we’ve long discussed creating some sort of photo header for the top thingie up there. Oh yeah, we’re savvy.
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A couple of days ago, I was enjoying my morning routine of reading blogs and commenting wily nily when I heard the telltale boop of an incoming e-mail. I was beyond tickled to see that the sender was one of the very bloggers I was stalking! She was way more gracious than she was BOSSY in letting me know that my clueless meanderings comments on her blog included a no-no that is frowned upon in the blogworld. I was all: (in your head, make my voice sound like Patrick from Spongebob. Or Scooby Doo) “LOOK people! I wrote this and I crack myself up and maybe I’ll crack you up too!” and the peeps were all: (sounding like Jesus from on high): “ugh, what a desperate attention-seeking loser to link to her own posts in my comments!” (No, Bossy didn’t say it like that at all. But we’ll never know whether or not she thought it like that).
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So not only are there rules about this blogging thing, but I’m breaking them!
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Shit!
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Here we three are, all new on the scene and positively bursting with enthusiasm and mutual self-admiration. Meanwhile, this whole mysterious world already exists and there are entire conferences about it and there are customary practices about trackybacky linkydinky techniwhammy stuff!
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The birth story of this blog is over there in the sidebar, and it’s all true. Sure, we sat around that night fantasizing that once our words got out; we would be certain to find fortune and fame like that lady in Utah. But we also just wanted an outlet to exercise our writing chops and to write for an audience. The cool thing about blogging is that you never know who that audience IS. Two of us (ahem) wrote e-mails when we started the blog to let our friends and families in on the fun. And we talk to each other about the blog when we’re together, then the people unlucky enough to be stuck at our table sometimes get curious, and next time we see them they’ll mention that they've been reading it. And now we’ve got new friends we’ve never met but we somehow know through our blog or their blog or bloggity blah blah blog. And a couple of people have even offered us awards and we’re so appreciative and amused, but we secretly e-mail each other and go: “What does this mean? There are all these numbers and slashes and scary boxes and instructions! What do we do?” “huh?”
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So people of the world, I implore you - tell me when I screw this up! Well, don't tell me when we screw up here, it's our blog and we'll do as we damned well please. But do be like Bossy the blog whisperer, and extend the kindness of clueing me in when I make an arse of myself out there in public. I know, I know, it's like a full time job. But I'm embarassed to have plastered my links all over everyone's comments and messed up their mumbo jumbo statrackficorati and I'm happy that someone spoke up so I'd stop it, already.
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Because the only thing worse than being a smartass is being a dumbass.
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Thank you.