too gynaecological for yah?
oh, blogger. i originally had my posts over at vox but it was starting to look a bit messy. i thought perhaps i would transfer them all over here but eh, fuckit. nahh. clean slate. i'll test drive this format out and see how it goes. duplication a-go-go! plus, i like how the default font is trebuchet ms. surely a good sign, right? uhm.
i never wanted to create a blog that publishes every time i scratch my ass. my life is pretty platitudinous. ooh, i love that word! and alliteration. i prefer writing things on random topics on occasion, little projects. mostly to keep me getting painfully bored. sometimes my brain thinks it is flatlining. i would almost call them bastardised essays if they were in any way academic (not so) my gay husband, stephen fry, has coined a term - 'blessay' - for his long musings, which i think is a great meeting of internet and ecclesiastical vocab, ha. i never create anything that can even sniff at his greatness though. do you think stephen fry writes about how tyra banks is batshit crazy? i think not. i seek to amuse myself. if that means talking about how bitch shits herself in public, so be it.
but i don't know. i can't promise i won't post a line of random gossip once in a while. so we'll see how it goes. in vox it was normally a stream of film, game, technology, cultural and gender shit with a dusting of my-real-life happenings. when i say dusting, i actually mean quite a generous portion on occasion. i'll try and keep that to a limit though, because hooh boy, i recently looked over a livejournal i had in 2001 and shit's embarassing. also a little website my friends and i had created in 1998 (!) that is trawl-able through that way back machine internet archive. oof, cringe. know this, kids: the internet remembers.
oh, blogger. i originally had my posts over at vox but it was starting to look a bit messy. i thought perhaps i would transfer them all over here but eh, fuckit. nahh. clean slate. i'll test drive this format out and see how it goes. duplication a-go-go! plus, i like how the default font is trebuchet ms. surely a good sign, right? uhm.
i never wanted to create a blog that publishes every time i scratch my ass. my life is pretty platitudinous. ooh, i love that word! and alliteration. i prefer writing things on random topics on occasion, little projects. mostly to keep me getting painfully bored. sometimes my brain thinks it is flatlining. i would almost call them bastardised essays if they were in any way academic (not so) my gay husband, stephen fry, has coined a term - 'blessay' - for his long musings, which i think is a great meeting of internet and ecclesiastical vocab, ha. i never create anything that can even sniff at his greatness though. do you think stephen fry writes about how tyra banks is batshit crazy? i think not. i seek to amuse myself. if that means talking about how bitch shits herself in public, so be it.
but i don't know. i can't promise i won't post a line of random gossip once in a while. so we'll see how it goes. in vox it was normally a stream of film, game, technology, cultural and gender shit with a dusting of my-real-life happenings. when i say dusting, i actually mean quite a generous portion on occasion. i'll try and keep that to a limit though, because hooh boy, i recently looked over a livejournal i had in 2001 and shit's embarassing. also a little website my friends and i had created in 1998 (!) that is trawl-able through that way back machine internet archive. oof, cringe. know this, kids: the internet remembers.
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