Huh.
Let me preface this by saying that I spend entirely too much time on the internet. Like so many of my (and, I suspect, future) generation, I can't let one day go by and not check at least a dozen websites. And, of course, these are not particularly "enriching" websites- they are filled with captioned cats, craft blogs, vulgar humor and scientific oddities. Yet I love them. They fill a hole in my heart. I have become LOL-dependent! So, when I saw this post on one of my most treasured sites about my favorite artist, I about died.
It makes sense, though. I'm sure bloggers mingle at conferences, exchange business cards, and the like. Cross-promotion is kind of what makes the entire internet work, these days, so why should the blog-o-sphere (do people really call it that?) be any different?
...But yet I still feel that I just caught my parents having sex, or something. Not in a gross way, of course. No, certainly not. It's a secret dream of mine to one day get mentioned on one of my internet-idols' blogs. In the great scheme of things, it's not that big of a deal, but the internet warps significance in odd ways, sometimes. Another reason for the creation of this blog is to give props to the people who, in my opinion, are doin' it right in some way or another. It's like my own, private (but also public), show-and-tell.
That being said, acquaint yourself with Ursula Vernon (and her awesome webcomic, Digger), and definitely check out The Daily What on a regular basis. Your life will become instantly weirder and more hilarious.
Thank you, that is all.
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