I fell into this great position working as a research associate this summer at Notre Dame and soon learned the following things from the Graduate Fellow brave enough to let me play with toxic chemicals: 1. Any machine costing over a million dollars will break more frequently than a yarn addict driving through alpaca country and 2. To render a graduate fellow speechless you utter the words, “I know nothing about blogging.”
Once recovered, said Graduate Fellow proceeded to show me her blog (http://chemgeek.net/misadventures) and, while entertaining, I did not immediately feel the need to rush right out and commit myself to yet another daily routine. After all, there are days when I have to pencil in combing my hair.
The following week, my mom came to visit and while sharing copius amounts of Margueritas delighted in telling me all about her blog (http://savanvleck.wordpress.com/) . A little creepy, two in one week, but OK I just assumed this blog uprising is an isolated phenomenon infecting people who have no one but small children and men to talk to in person.
My paranoia set in when, last week, my grandmother……yes, GRANDMOTHER: defined as lady in her mid-eighties wearing abnormal amounts of pink clothing that poop kleenex (I’ll explain later) started her own blog (http://padairvanvleck.wordpress.com/). No, I do not jest. This is the woman who had the cable TV company send her TWO cable boxes because the switch they said was on the back of the box was not there. It seems she wasn’t looking on the OTHER back.
Apparently while I was gleefully trudging along the path to a Master’s degree, the blog pushers came to town. I’m not sure what they used to allure their unsuspecting victims: Post it on the Internet, those people will read anything or Now the entire world can enjoy the pictures of your colonoscopy. No matter the bait, everyone around me has succumbed. I now have a list of blogs to monitor and comment on. The pressure to be witty (while also being sober) is intense. And while visiting several blogs certainly feeds the ADD, I have apparently overlooked the warning labels identifying blogging as a communicable disease. (Or it is highly possible that it was prominently displayed in -7 pt font and I missed it.)
So here I am. Blogging. I hope you’re all happy.
