I work at home. This is my office:
Except that picture is inaccurate, because you can’t see any of the other employees. Ah, here we go:
That’s Nito. He works here too. He is a cat.
I have learned, through trial and error, that passion is almost my only motivator. I don’t really have to spend my time worrying whether I am “following my passion,” because to be honest, I have never been known to follow much of anything else, even when my college roommates were poking me with sticks and telling me that I’m going to be late for statistics class, again.
I’m lucky I have a passion for eating, or I would have starved to death pretty much as soon as feeding me became my responsibility. I can see the tombstone engraving now:
The kitchen was all the way over there, and I just couldn’t be bothered.
–Jen the Trephinist, 1980-1998
I love this picture:
Because sometimes, you will split up with your husband and get the cat you always wanted but couldn’t have, because he’s severely allergic. And then, when he comes to see your rabbit (NOT A EUPHEMISM OF ANY KIND), he will hang out with the cat anyway. Wearing a mask.
I tend to go on and on, so I bolded the relevant parts for you. You’re welcome.
First, this post is not sponsored at all. I have accepted nothing from anyone and I am just spending my own money. I am not saying that because I expect you to be impressed, but because I’m worried you have become so jaded by the ongoing blight of Internet bribery that you won’t keep reading, and you guys, this is for the POOR PEOPLE so it makes me sad to think that you would miss out on a chance to help the POOR PEOPLE.
Come on. I know you have them. Do it and I will link you.
I am really, really picky about my blogs these days. I’m not a blogtator; you can blog about whatever you want. I mean, you certainly should, because no one is paying you (or if they are, it won’t be enough to sell out for). But unless you’re writing to entertain or provoke thought in an audience, I’m personally not interested.
The more each post stands alone as its own piece of writing (without requiring a lot of background knowledge to comprehend it), the happier I am as a reader. As for the content itself, I am not as interested in what’s happening in your life as I am in what you think of it and what you’re learning.
Or you can skip all of that and just make me laugh really hard. I leave it to you.
I was delighted to find the latest three blogs I added to my reader, so I thought I’d share the love.
Steam Me Up, Kid: I have not seen a blog this funny in a very, very long time, if ever. This post, about a visit from the furnace repairman, and this post, about a Christmastime fart, are especially noteworthy.
Hyperbole and a Half: This post, which discusses Craisin barf and breaks down the numbers on a pain chart, wins. At everything. “Hmm. I never knew that about giraffes.”
Irretrievably Broken: I don’t usually comment on posts unless I feel compelled, and I certainly felt compelled to comment on this post about what it means to be in love after getting divorced, which could have fallen out of my own brain.
Happy reading!
One of the most dangerous habits of humankind, I think, is our tendency to shape our lives into a narrative—to snap our life events to a sort of universal grid. We don’t just live our lives; we also tell our respective stories, whether to an audience or just to ourselves. This is a forgivable enough tendency in that it’s a perfectly natural thing to do, but it leads to some seriously flawed thinking.
If you use Facebook, you should go read “How to Suck at Facebook” by The Oatmeal, laugh really hard, and then never do any of those things ever.
Not only should you read this post by the Bloggess about people who talk in movie theaters, but you should also read every last comment. Just when I thought I was done with the mad sort of giggling that makes you clap your hands over your mouth, someone else would set me off again.
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