I’d rather not say that I have succumbed to the social media monster and become a tweeter, blogger, facebooker, and whatever else is out there, but I do have to say it because this is my blog (Hi!), you can follow me @Mereannine (though I make no promises as to the witty or insightful nature of my tweeting), I have been on facebook since 2006, and I’m sure I’ll learn how to tumbl eventually just so I can sound social media savvy (sms if you will). My introduction to this blogging thing happened little by little. First, a friend of mine, most likely tired of driving down the road with nothing to listen to but my rhetorical analysis and commentary on the advertising across city billboards, the news radio, and the people we would see, said “You should start a blog. Then you could write all this stuff down.” I then proceeded to over analyze that comment and figure it was because friend had had enough and just wanted a little quiet. Or friend loves what I have to say and wants to be able to read it when I’m not there (Yay, let’s pick this one!!) Then not long after friend made this comment, brother said to me “Why aren’t you blogging. You’re witty. You’re a writer. Blog.” And because I have weird childhood issues with brother being better than me, hating everything I do, and judging me harshly to no end (all of which may or may not be in my head, brother is actually not a bad guy and is pretty supportive) I figured if he thinks I’m good enough to be labeled a “writer” and that I might even be “witty” maybe I should blog.
So, here we are. Blog. I am blogging. Blog, blog, blogblogblog. That is so fun to say over and over and I think it should be the name of a giant muppet creature. Like Ludo. Ludo from the Labyrinth could easily pass as Blog. And as a side note to this side note, I was terrified for a very long time that the fire gang would find me and rip off my head (Chilly down, chilly down). Anyway…wait...Blog also kinda sounds like a puke noise. I'm sorry.
My intentions for this blog are this: 1. It will occupy my time now that graduate school is over and I no longer have to stay up until 5am writing. Now, I choose to stay up till 5am writing. 2. It will be a pretty decent outlet for me to vent, report, analyze, criticize (In a constructive way, I hope), practice writing, and continue to be a thinker as much as I can be instead of letting my brain mush out on the internet looking at videos of pugs. 3. I can use run on sentences as much as I want because I love them and I can and no one is going to grade me although they may judge me. 4. I can write about Clank.
A major reason for my birth into blogging bedlam is the fact that I am applying for jobs. The world has mutated so much since I was graduating high school in 2002. I don’t know if you realize how NOT long ago that was. None of the social media outlets exisited in 2002 and if they did they absolutely did not exist as the cyber-life overlords they are now. Social media pours out of the computer and into every aspect of our lives. Every business wants you not only to become a faithful patron but you must log on and “Like” them as well. You can follow tweets from just about any business. Pat’s Pizza Palace will tweet that they’re “Makin’ Pies. Smells so good. Come get you a slice.” (by the way that sounds amazing, thanks for the update Pat.) See?! But more than that businesses and corporations want to know that their new hires can tweetbookblogtumbl, they can do it well, AND that they can keep up with whatever new ways will be invented to stay connected. Employers don’t want to see my analysis of PTSD and bravery of war veterans as represented in film and literature. They do not want to know what I think Toni Morrison’s work has to say about memory repression, trauma, and race representation. They want to see my blog posts, they want to know I tweet frequently (although how often I tweet myself or others is no one’s business but mine), and they also want to know that, should I become a respected member of their team, I will not be fb posting photos of myself doing body shots in the company’s t-shirt. So, here it is. My attempt to answer the call for writers to become bloggers, social media elites, and responsible members of a cyber-community where everyone and everything simultaneously does and does not exist, and is connected yet held at a distance. This is my blog…
Clank did the cutest thing today. Ok, so I was sleeping and we were snuggling and then he sneezed the cutey-tutiest puggie sneeze and used his paw to wipe his wittle face. AWWW!!! (you’re welcome cyber-community. You. Are. Welcome.)
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