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…what the hell just happened here. Wow.
This is one of the best things I’ve ever seen.
This conversation is pretty much why Twitter was invented. They did not realize it at the time, but it’s why.
Who knew ‘explore strange new worlds’ would be so amazing.
I’ve been blogging for a very long time.
Since before Myspace. Since before Facebook allowed non-college students to create a profile.
I had at least one online journal before Livejournal became popular. I had a Diaryland.com account. Not even to mention defunct or otherwise irrelevant sites like CollegeClub.com orkut.com and mothafuckin FRIENDSTER. For real. Check you’ self before you wriggedy wreck yourself; I’m a motherfucking internet Original Gangsta, beeyotch.
Throughout the years, I’ve had absolutely nothing but nerdy suitors… a couple who tried to play it off, but they were all fucking geeks. I love that— intelligence is far more important than your jocular skills. Video games, rpg’s, sci-fi, computer science, anime, you name it, I slept with someone who really enjoyed it. I’ve bagged at least two former Geek Squad employees. I enjoyed it too, okay?
I still like most of that stuff a lot. I get nostalgic for a good episode of Sailor Moon, and I will destroy imaginary monsters with dice if I must prove my lets-pretend prowess.
I was fucking famous within the company when I worked at Geek Squad. Think about that sentence. Let that shit marinate.
But all of this X-TREME nerdiness aside, I’ve never dated someone who had an online journal or blog they kept-up. Well, that’s not true. A couple of them got blogs purely for stalking mine (in my late teens/early twenties I did a lot of writing about my love life. Dude. I learned some serious second-lifestyle lessons that you can avoid learning by just not doing that shit, fyi). I had some privacy kind of invaded by a BF who figured out my livejournal password… oh when internet drama and real-life drama intertwine, bullshit ensues.
I can’t believe this is my life sometimes.
Anyway, the Jealousy I mentioned in the title of this post is of couples who both have blogs, and refer to each other in said blogs. I’m not talking Julia Allison and her tee-shirt hipster woes. I’m talking about themattsmith and thekelsmith and fattynatty & lady88. How fucking sweet! That shit really makes me a little chick-flick weepy. You know you’ve found the love of your life if they share your interest in blogging.
Not to say that the love of one’s life is at all negated if their mate doesn’t share their affinity for posting random bullshit on the internet about their lunch, stages of digestion, random pictures of oneself or album reviews.
I just think that’s so rad. I think it’s a little weird in a lot of ways, to have a mate who blogs, but I think it’d be kinda cool to be with someone who understands my need to share information with the masses on the reg.