My blog has been in obscurity for some time, and until recently, I've always thought this was good. My line of thinking this was for safety reasons, whether real or imagined, I dunno. You see, Facebook has become a place where your life story can be researched by anyone, including people I might want employment from. Sensibly, its not a place to discuss things like depression, sex, duct tape, spiders or use profanity to get a point across. To me, Facebook belongs in family category, where you can read about the happy fluffy things and that's about it. However, I like to write, but, don't have time to babysit a million comment places.. and after much thought, chose Blogger. Google seems to have a safe haven where my writing can be in one place, and I wouldn't get emails with attachments of people's nether-regions as tokens of appreciation. I learned this tidbit being a member of Friend finder for a little while. I wasn't looking to ply my wares in joining there, but it was fun to hold a top position for a long time.. but .. you know.. the manamanah thing makes the idea of that website clash with who I am really. I made one fantastic friend whom I speak with often, and whom I cite as helping save my marriage even. Sidenote: We became friends because of his first comment on one of my posts: You spelled paraphernalia correctly. We became fast friends, and well, still are. If only I could network and have more friends like George. I promise I'm getting to the point. What I realized is that I missed people commenting. I missed the ease of commenting on other people's thoughts of the day. In going around the net, I tire of anecdotes and plagiarized kittens, misspelled euphemisms and hairball hacking crap. I almost signed back up for Friend finder just because of the banter. However, I happened upon Blogger and decided obscurity was better. Then latenight, read an email about improving site traffic. Why not? So I signed up for Adsense. To my dismay, I am peddling anything Google wants to grace my blog with. Killjoys.
Upon further reading and befuddlement, I have a lot to learn about website building. My reaction: I want to throw a tantrum. Who has time for this? No, I don't want to pay for it!! I really wanted that cookie world. *sigh* What to do now. I really want to write, I have kept handwritten things for years.. but this is better. In writing though, this is the way I do it, and I have no uber-skills except those handed to me by the 'joys' of my daily life.
I'm not mad at Google. I'm more disappointed that because I don't follow norms, used the word Fuck and other profanity.. I'm speculating... and I don't specifically promote one thing only when I write ..
So give up writing? Nah.. So what that a blog is about an interest or product. I can't market life and will not stoop to marketing myself... there are streetcorners if I become that desperate.
I learned something new: I must package my Sandwich in a more attractive package that's rated E for everyone, not G for Google.
This is as graceful as I get.
Whaaa!
