I started blogging way back in the day (a year ago) and I read all the relevant pages when I was a ‘newbie’…about publishing posts, and pictures and categories and tagging etc.
Once upon a time, there was just ONE consequence to ‘tagging the living life’ out of your posts, NO CHANCE to get on tut ‘Freshly Pressed’…
Well; let’s be honest I’m never gonna be featured there with the tripe I produce. Soooo off I went, I made many categories that are necessary to organise the plethora of topics I write about, and these categories belonged to me and my page only (back in the day)
THEN, the other night, I happened to be browsing through some tags, looking for a suitable post to ignite my reader within… and I noticed that my highly important ‘Change the World’ post was missing from tut BLOGGUS-SPHERE!
Well, I tried copy and pasting and re-posting and again…NO-WHERE to be seen
So, I had a little wander round the support pages and it would seem at least HALF of my posts have never made it past my eyes, EVER! Read the rest of this entry
Once you’ve been exposed to writing for your own, unrestrained narcissistic pleasure, your studies will be ruined FOREVER!
I used to enjoy the challenge of finding the ‘bestest’ and most eloquent phrases to explain my evidence
There was a day when I felt passion typing sentences like this :-
Dahlgren and Whiteheads diagram (Bird and Whitehead, 2012, p. 51) includes age, constitution and sex; drawing the powerful medical discourse, into the analysis. Marmot’s wide concept of the causes of health inequalities; allows all the evidence from different socioeconomic circumstances, to be considered in relation to health.
Until; the discovery of blogging. I found myself spreading my little writing wings, and I got to ramble on about sociology and Erving Goffman, whilst slipping in phrases such as ‘Trust the Goff’ and ‘He was one of the spangliest social thinkers ever to grace our pooey earth’…
Now that I have experienced the joy of being able to write spangly in a sentence
Now that I’ve been exposed to the wonder of being allowed to wink when I’m writing…well; my essays of joy have become
DRY DRY DRY AND PAINFUL AND…DRY
In spite of all the bilge I write here, I have never been so drained and bored, reading my own shite, as I was this morning (hard to believe I know ;)) Read the rest of this entry
Forgive me father, for I have sinned...
I am responsible for at least 50 (or maybe even up to 57) hits; to my own page
I have voted for myself before, TWICE! The first vote was a ‘nudge’ styleee one ;). The 2nd is less confessional in style, because I have a bit of an OCD fetish with yellow, orange and red; they need to be in ratio/balance with my viewing tastes. And the screen needed some orange to soothe my anxiety (my lovely vote stars are orange; you can press on them to see the beauty if you like. I find 5 works best, visually of course ;))
I would like to UNCONFESS to liking my post entitled ‘It takes 7 seconds to fall in love, does it??!’ I was logged in a few weeks ago and I got one of them beautiful little orange notifications (god they excite me) and apparently, I (littlebeut333) had just read and liked my own post!
(Insert to WordPress…this is not helpful to my ‘blog cred’)
I DID like my own post about being a tree, and I shamelessly slapped myself on the bottom of it, in the ‘like’ area.
I have clicked LIKE on around 6-8 posts from other bloggers, after just skimming their work. Shocking, I know! Read the rest of this entry