Next Blog
So, do you ever look at the Next Blog? You know, click that little icon that appears usually in the upper right hand corner of the Blog? Out of curiosity one day, I clicked it. And a random blog appeared. It was written by a very earnest new mom in Kansas who seemed to be as delighted with her infant as I am with Sam.
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From time to time, I'll click Next Blog and see what comes up. I've learned that there are a lot of fundamentalist Christian bloggers, a passle of home-schooling mom bloggers, lots of bloggers who write in a script or character set that is foreign to me, and a bunch of pure advertisement blogs.
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There are countless lovesick teen blogs, bloggers who blog about their boring jobs and sometimes castigate their colleagues, at least one very talkative dentist blogger, more knitter/bloggers than I could count (knit one, purl two), a whole crowd of photographer bloggers who post beautiful images, and so much more. It's a whole nuther world out there.
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Then there are the pornographic bloggers. When one of those blogs pops up (you should pardon the expression) as Next, I find I quickly look over my shoulder -- even if I am home alone -- to make sure no one is seeing that I am actually viewing this thing. I scurry to find the Next button and hope for a poet, a wine taster, or even a politician.
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One morning I got to work early and checked my email. The newly installed Blogarithm service notified me that Desertsky had a new post, so before I started my work, I looked to see what she was doing. She was putting blue and cream fabrics together in a very pleasing way. Nice. Somehow I reflexively clicked Next and what was Next was a group of well-endowed African-American gentlemen investing their endowments in each others' various orifices. Frozen, fascinated, all I could think of was that now this page was in the History of my computer at work. As I navigated away I had a vision of our tech person, Hoss, being so disappointed in me. And then I realized that he prolly has much more important work to do other than check my History. At least I hope he does.
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From time to time, I'll click Next Blog and see what comes up. I've learned that there are a lot of fundamentalist Christian bloggers, a passle of home-schooling mom bloggers, lots of bloggers who write in a script or character set that is foreign to me, and a bunch of pure advertisement blogs.
. . . .
There are countless lovesick teen blogs, bloggers who blog about their boring jobs and sometimes castigate their colleagues, at least one very talkative dentist blogger, more knitter/bloggers than I could count (knit one, purl two), a whole crowd of photographer bloggers who post beautiful images, and so much more. It's a whole nuther world out there.
. . . .
Then there are the pornographic bloggers. When one of those blogs pops up (you should pardon the expression) as Next, I find I quickly look over my shoulder -- even if I am home alone -- to make sure no one is seeing that I am actually viewing this thing. I scurry to find the Next button and hope for a poet, a wine taster, or even a politician.
. . . .
One morning I got to work early and checked my email. The newly installed Blogarithm service notified me that Desertsky had a new post, so before I started my work, I looked to see what she was doing. She was putting blue and cream fabrics together in a very pleasing way. Nice. Somehow I reflexively clicked Next and what was Next was a group of well-endowed African-American gentlemen investing their endowments in each others' various orifices. Frozen, fascinated, all I could think of was that now this page was in the History of my computer at work. As I navigated away I had a vision of our tech person, Hoss, being so disappointed in me. And then I realized that he prolly has much more important work to do other than check my History. At least I hope he does.
Comments
what i really wanted to say was that i SWEAR i pressed the NEXT button and got here..honest ....at first i could not believe it...really...maybe its got to do with the algorithm...not so sure.