Happy Flogging Friday!
And welcome Blog Floggers. If you don’t know what I’m waffling on about, get thee butt to Brenda’s blog, grab her cute button, and get McLinked. It’s worth your while. Promise.
And in honor of this, the ninth ever FYBF, I’m quite chuffed to bring you the following. The title says it all, really.
- Your two year old points to the computer and calls it “Mummy”.
- Your husband is threatening to divorce you if you don’t get off that bloody Internet RIGHT NOW.
- And he means it.
- Forget bookmarks. Your blog and your Dashboard are both top of your ‘Most Visited’ drop down.
- In fact, never mind either of those- your blog is set as your home page.
- You see two cows in a playground and your first thought is to pull out your phone and take pictures… for your blog.
- This leads you, once again, to the conclusion you really need an iPhone.
- Or, at the very least, a compact digital camera for the nappy bag.
- Until then, you’re tempted to carry round the big camera with the long len-sy thing in it’s padded bad doovie, everywhere you go. Just in case. But given I live in south west Sydney, this is probably not a good idea.
- You find yourself wondering “I wondering how many details of this story I can change, to protect anonymity, and still blog about it…?”
- You also find yourself waiting to do something stupid. So you can blog about it.
- You dream about blogging.
- And have nightmares about blogger’s block and connection interruptions.
- You have Follower-related anxiety.
- And a slight obsession with your Follower numbers.
- You have been known to slump into a drunken depression upon losing a Follower.
- And spend the next week staring at your Follow box, trying to figure out who it was.
- So you can stalk them.
- The thought of socially or personally awkward situations no longer bothers you. It will be worth it if you can get a blog post out of it.
- None of your friends ring you anymore. They don’t need to. They read your blog.
- You’ve signed up to Twitter. For blog purposes only.
- Traffic turns you on. And not the kind with wheels.
- Comments are your crack.
- Each new Follow requires a full blown bum-slapping Happy Dance.
- A little part of you thinks you may have a problem with how much you blog.
- And another little part of you says “I think you’re right. Let’s blog about it!”
*Herumph*. Problem? Who says I have a problem? I can stop anytime I want to. Right? Right.