Yesterday, I made the choice to leave the Blog Herald as a contributor. Choices like this one can take longer to make for some people. In my case it has taken about a month. During these past 30 days I have learned that yes, I am a blogger and more than that I am an artist who not only practices the art of writing but that of image making, designing and gardening to name a few. [Read more…]
Do you ever become curious in how online and offline relate to each-other? Maybe they are extreme polar opposites or could they bear, a perhaps odd, resemblance to each other. I find myself in flux, experiencing change not of my choosing taking place both online and offline. An adaptation of sorts will need to be learned. [Read more…]
This Spammer named Bush happen upon my blog on an eve in November of the year 2006. Bush left a comment eight full-screen captures long that night.
“Dayum” I said.
I know of no existing copyright Spam protection laws. I urge all you creative bloggers to steal spam while you can. It’s free. It’s fun. It’s your new neighborhood garbage can.
This Bush left the lengthiest, most link-baited comment in my spam-box ever. My computer screen resolution is 1280p by 884p. This comment was seven thousand and seventy-two pixels long. This is unacceptable. [Read more…]
There are times when writing about blogging or anything for that matter, where one finds she must use a different medium to express herself thru. During a recent angry couple of weeks I experienced, I wrote, scribbled and drew out my frustrations as I do, regularly, intsigated on by that emotion I feel. It was only a matter of time before The BlogVent detangled itself from typing on keyboard on laptop to pen on paper in my journal.
After the jump, the drawn and written aftermath of one such evenings blog blah vent.
Porcelain Philosopher’s and The Writings on the Stall
Have you ever sat down on the toilet? Have you ever been sitting quietly while waiting for your body to emit sound, smell and matter into said porcelain toilet and begun thinking? Maybe you began observing your surroundings? Were they located in a public place?
For clarities sake most of us have sat down in a public restroom stall to poop or pee. The contents we excrete, we conveniently flush away with toilet tissues after a thorough wipe or patting of our nether regions. What did you do while you were inside… other than the obvious. Many people write. They write on the stall walls, scratching or marking and even burning letters, words, symbols, images, love notes, anagrams or their personal initials into and onto it. I read it. I grimace. Sometimes I even tag it too. I have even laughed or giggled out-loud.
Give Debbie a call for a good time or J.W.D loves HFO!!! greet my eyes and I wonder who this Debbie lady is and [Read more…]