I’m a tall svelting chick from the Greater Toronto Area. My future is a tall svelte chick in the GTA. Being in my late 40s, I maybe trying to pass mutton off as lamb by calling myself a chick. What? Can’t I knowingly delude myself on my own “About” page?
If you want to know what I look like, here’s a 2008 photo of me and ScooterMan, my sweetheart, in a common activity for us, laughing our guts out!
Why a blog? I was frustrated on a web forum with morons and lazy people who looked at other contributors as their personal librarians, or as I like to call the job a knowledge serf. That, and apparently not everyone appreciates my finely honed sarcastic edge.
On a blog, I can moderate and delete comments. As I wrote to two worthy correspondents, “Not many people will follow the blog, but that privilege [deleting comments] will be my secret little hammer of glee.” Also, here I can unsheathe a sharper edge of humour and wield it freely.
I now have the power to enforce the standard reply to my snotty adolescent complaints: “If you don’t like it, you know where the door is.” Or, another family classic “You’ve got two perfectly good legs, get it yourself.” These are easily adapted to Web 2.0: “Don’t like, don’t read.” “Here are some links to useful information, you’ve got perfectly good eyes, hands and a keyboard, do your own DAMN homework to figure out what works for you.”
I think that sets the tone.