Your favorite blogs.

[Bugs ****ing Bunny]

I was considering doing a blog.

[chequita guevara]

Originally posted by Japher
I asked the samething not too long ago when Pekka was thinking of doing a fake blog from the stance of a porno star... whatever happened to that?

Many of the more interesting blogs are indeed fake. Wannabe authors and such are known to create blogs to tell stories.

[chequita guevara]

Originally posted by Lazarus and the Gimp
I was considering doing a blog.

Yours would be hilarious.

[Dinner]

Originally posted by Lazarus and the Gimp
I was considering doing a blog.

You're a good writer so I'm sure you could come up with an entertaining blog. The problem is getting the right setting for your blog because most of the "Dear Diary" blogs end up being boring while the blogs about porn clerks or teachers of ****** kids end up being halarious even when poorly written.

[Bereta_Eder]

Originally posted by Lazarus and the Gimp
I was considering doing a blog.

Instead of a blog you could create a website and put all your texts in their. With nice pictures etc. I'm sure plenty of people would help for the website if you ask.

[Japher]

The **** Blos is funny!

I will have to wait until I get home to read anymore as I am embaressed from laughing out loud at work

[Bereta_Eder]

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/talking_point/3116344.stm

[Zero]

Originally posted by FrustratedPoet
It's like an online journal or diary. They're pretty popular these days.

Some people just use them to whinge about their personal problems and bad-mouth their friends through poorly disguised nicknames, naively trusting in their perception of internet anonymity.

WTF, Why dont they write in a book then. Dumb ****s.

[chequita guevara]

It's not that funny. More like slightly amusing. I used to date a girl who worked with BD (behavior disorder) kids. Good lord, now those teachers are saints.

[Japher]

Why not just write this

WTF, Why dont they write in a book then. Dumb ****s.

in a book and save us the pain

[-Jrabbit]

Originally posted by chegitz guevara
The only real blog I keep up with is www.zeldman.com, which is a industry leader's blog. Jeffrey Zeldman has had a lot of influence on my art and design, but I doubt he's all that interesting to others.

I used to subscribe to A List Apart, Zeldman's info site for Web designers (back when I was managing my company's web presence). He's insightful, pertinent, and a good writer.

But Oerdin's right, the link's not working...

[Dinner]

The one really said thing I noticed reading the **** blog is that all of the parents of these ***** seem to be royal screwed up themselves. I mean an absurdly large proportion seem to be drug users, alcoholics, completely uneducated, or some combination of the three. The impression I'm getting is that many of the children in Special Ed classes are either crack babies or have fetal alcohol syndrome.

[Dinner]

Originally posted by chegitz guevara
It's not that funny. More like slightly amusing.

Not all of them are funny but the bold typed ones are great as are several of the reader submissions. Here's one of my favorite reader submissions:

I'm sitting in my final period class--study hall 'cause I'm a lazy SOB-- listening to the **** in my class babble on about nothing in particular and occasionally laugh that goofy **** laugh.

You have to understand: this is in rural Pennsylvania, a few miles outside of Gettysburg, so not only is the kid retarded, but he's a redneck military lunatic. He has this camoflauge backpack that he carries with him and talks to all the time (its name, apparently, is "Commander"-- I can't make this **** up).

Anyway, he had just come from P.E. class, and he smelled worse than usual. I mean, he usually smelled like a **** that never bathed and had just taken P.E., but-- ****, today it was really bad. One of the *******s in the class (a senior) looks at him and asks why he smells so bad.

"Not me," he says.

"Not you? Then what smells so bad?"

"Lieutenant."

"Lieutenant?"

"Yup."

At this, the **** proceeds to reach into his backpack and pull out a skinned squirrel. I'm not ****ting you. The thing smells like it's been in his backpack for a couple of days at this point. So he pulls this thing out of his tardpack and then--AND THEN--he starts to ****ing GNAW on the squirrel's head.

Christ, it was disgusting. By this point, girls have run screaming from the room, and at least one of the guys has puked. The "study hall supervisor" (also our P.E. instructor) comes back from the bathroom amid all the racket. He comes in and sees the **** chewing on something and decides to confront the **** about it (against the rules to have food, you know).

"Hey, whatcha got the--OH, ****." He immediately goes into deal-with-the-****ing-**** mode and soothingly coaxes the **** into removing the squirrel from his mouth.

The **** complies, then looks right in the supervisor's eyes and says, deadpan, "Commander doesn't like Lieutenant." I don't know what happened to him after that; he was transferred out of study hall and kept in the all-**** classes from then on.

[FrustratedPoet]

I don't know whether to puke or cry. I think I'll do both...

[Q Classic]

what is a "blog" anyways? I hate to ask a dumb question... but well... I'm dumb

Sava, was it wise to post that? 'cause i'm sure we'll see that quoted in a future argument with some conservative...