As of this moment, I have 204 unread items in my Google Reader. I don't know how many new emails I have, because I had a lot of old emails marked "new" before I was w/out my Mac, but I know there are a lot of those, too. I just don't like reading stuff on this tiny little screen. And I'm not just bitching because it's a laptop, so don't roll your eyes at me, Leute; Brett's laptop screen is at least an inch bigger than this one. At least. And it's shiny and bright. This one is neither of those things. I feel like Doogie Howser clicking away on this thing. Only far less cool (and therefore far less popular) than NPH. Someone should make a WWNPHD? button for the Pieces of Flair app on Fb. Grr, I bet there is one, but I can't search for it because their search feature is STILL down. But NPH is the bees knees.
And speaking of my lack of popularity, what's with the lack of comments? Just because I'm not commenting on blogs this week, that doesn't mean you can't comment on mine. Brett finally felt bad enough to throw a comment my way, and he doesn't even usually read my posts unless I poke and prod him. There are many more people who read every post I write, but haven't commented lately. Or ever. Or hardly ever.
So the next time you see a post of mine pop up in your feed reader, click on it and comment, dammit! You know...if you want to. And you have something nice to say. Or something funny. I'll accept not-nice if it's funny.
I'm thinking of vlogging. Not always, but maybe sometimes. I'm thinking of vlogging about baby stuff once I fuhINALLY get pregnant. Because I figure if there's one thing people want to hear me talk about with my actual voice, it's vomiting and breast tenderness. Yes? No? I hate talking to a camera, but I think I could get used to it. I doubt I'll have much to say, but I don't usually say much on THIS blog, yet I still manage to fill it with "content," so I'm sure I could fill a three minute video once a week or something. On teh youtubes, so it'll be iPhone friendly. iPhone iPhone IPHONE. ♥
4 comments:
I need to write a blog for work. How about you do that for me? And-by the way, I don't think anyone wants to hear about vomiting.
Is this my ACTUAL mom? Reading my blog? Srsly? Geez. I'll have to start blogging less about my coke and hookers.
Btw, Brett and I played a fabulous game of tennis this morning after gardening for several hours, and now we're off to afternoon tea. Cheerio! And I'm deeefinitely not writing this from the toilet.
I can help you with yer work blog. But aren't you the boss? Do you really "have" to do anything, besides obey the law?
Also, if I vomit, people are going to hear about it. Just an FYI. I'll be damned if I'm the only one who has to suffer through my (future, NOT current) pregnancy.
now i know where to find you--in/on your blog???? did you play real tennis or tely tennis?
It's Wii tennis, mom. Wii tennis. And we didn't actually play either; I was kidding. Sorry. We DID get a ton of work done around the house, though.
And yeah, I wrote something in here once about how I'm much better at responding to comments than I am at responding to emails. Also, Brett said you sent everyone a pic of the new smart car; my phone is dead again so I haven't looked at it, but I'm excited. I bet it's sooo cute!!!
Also, if the novelty wears off and you guys decide that you don't like it, I might be interested in buying it from you. I never really learned how to parallel park, and it would be awesome to have a car that doesn't require that skill. Especially since we're moving closer in, and parking will be more of a challenge.
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