Blogging 101
Welcome to my first-ever blog.
I'm the guy who should have been doing the blog thing since day one. As a college newspaper columnist, an editor, an aspiring fiction writer and a word-of-mouth movie critic, I really missed the bus to the bolgosphere.
The blog would have been a great outlet when I put in six months as a college graduate working at Best Buy. I could have shocked the Internet with painful descriptions of how it feels to have an amazing discount but not get paid enough to use it on anything.
But that's behind me as I said "later" to Best Buy, and now, amazingly enough, blogging is my job. Don't get too jealous, fellow bloggers. I'm not getting paid for this.
But I am getting paid to put together a rockin' Web site that covers the happenings in Mesa, Ariz. The driving force behind this site will be (you guessed it) blogs.
So here I am, testing the blog waters. Before long, I will be spewing uncensored political dogma and/or gushing high school-grade poetry about my teen-angst feelings, even though I'm 23.
Or maybe I'll just keep it cool and try to throw in some sweet links and interesting commentary. And if I'm really in the mood, I might even crack wise.
For example, yeaterday a SlashDot post linked to an article that said scientists have re-animated dead dogs. Now while my journalistic instincts tell me this story is a bunch of bull, my inner mad scientist really wants it to be true. Although the picture is convincing, it's still a slang-laden article from an Austrailian news source (nothing against our brothers from Down Under, it just seems that if American scientists reanimated dogs, some American news source might have the story).
But this gives me a cool idea for a short story in which a guy liberates a dog from a lab in an attempt to impress a hot animal rights activist. The dog is a low-maintenence pet - never barking loudly, never whizzing on the carpet - and this guy succeeds in totally impressing his new ladyfriend. But when some neighborhood pets start turning up with their brains eaten, will this guy be able to confront the possibility that his wingdog might be a zombie? It's Night of the Living Dead meets Old Yeller!
Woot woot!
I'm the guy who should have been doing the blog thing since day one. As a college newspaper columnist, an editor, an aspiring fiction writer and a word-of-mouth movie critic, I really missed the bus to the bolgosphere.
The blog would have been a great outlet when I put in six months as a college graduate working at Best Buy. I could have shocked the Internet with painful descriptions of how it feels to have an amazing discount but not get paid enough to use it on anything.
But that's behind me as I said "later" to Best Buy, and now, amazingly enough, blogging is my job. Don't get too jealous, fellow bloggers. I'm not getting paid for this.
But I am getting paid to put together a rockin' Web site that covers the happenings in Mesa, Ariz. The driving force behind this site will be (you guessed it) blogs.
So here I am, testing the blog waters. Before long, I will be spewing uncensored political dogma and/or gushing high school-grade poetry about my teen-angst feelings, even though I'm 23.
Or maybe I'll just keep it cool and try to throw in some sweet links and interesting commentary. And if I'm really in the mood, I might even crack wise.
For example, yeaterday a SlashDot post linked to an article that said scientists have re-animated dead dogs. Now while my journalistic instincts tell me this story is a bunch of bull, my inner mad scientist really wants it to be true. Although the picture is convincing, it's still a slang-laden article from an Austrailian news source (nothing against our brothers from Down Under, it just seems that if American scientists reanimated dogs, some American news source might have the story).
But this gives me a cool idea for a short story in which a guy liberates a dog from a lab in an attempt to impress a hot animal rights activist. The dog is a low-maintenence pet - never barking loudly, never whizzing on the carpet - and this guy succeeds in totally impressing his new ladyfriend. But when some neighborhood pets start turning up with their brains eaten, will this guy be able to confront the possibility that his wingdog might be a zombie? It's Night of the Living Dead meets Old Yeller!
Woot woot!
posted by Tim @ 3:00 PM
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