When Does It End?

Today I decided to take a dive on the stranger side and I clicked that button at the top of my blog that says simply, "Next Blog»". Maybe curiosity had gotten the better of me, but I just wanted to see what other types of bloggers were out there and what they were writing about. So what did I learn? Pretty much nothing that I did not already know. Most blogs out there are run by women who just want a minute to be heard, a look into their style, and a place to call their own. I am not saying that is a bad thing at all, everyone deserves a little bit of space out there to post what they are thinking.

What was more interesting is how people seem to have vanished from the blogging scene. What was once a very vibrant community seems to have died down to a few blogs per month or even a stop completely to all blogging capabilities. Which got me to thinking, how long do blogs tend to stay alive? For some, it was a small glimpse into a dark, corner section of their lives. For others, it was just something on the side and they lost track. And maybe I was asking this question for the greater interest, when will my blog die off.

I guess it is going to take something as powerful as pinterest, a social media website that basically killed off all the arts and crafts blogs, or tumbler, a quick-post thought and image social media website, to actually move me onto something new. But I do not think that will happen though, because for all the good that are those websites they lack one important part of me. I like to write. I like to express myself with the english language, spraying my words onto paper and letting my thoughts ramble on. So I do not see myself switching any time soon, but I also can see why a lot of these older blogs are sort of just dying off.

Just a thought.

An Epic Tale from Late Night Denver

The following is an amazing and almost unbelievable story from last night when my friends Jodi and Laurel decided to go into Denver for a little bit of bar hopping and clubbing. However, before I start I would just like to note that this story is not one that I think should ever be repeated by anyone, because looking back on what we did I realize it may not have been the smartest idea. And only since everything managed to work itself out while we were clubbing would I ever even advise anyone trying to perform the amazing feat that we mastered. In other words, this was an all by-chance happening that worked out for the better.

Writing Exercise: The Sailor and the Meese

The following is a fairy tale that I wrote in approximately thirty minutes through text messages. Now, normally my fairy tales are not very good because they lack any sort of depth and pretty much have no plot behind them. But somehow the following one I wrote came out pretty well. And just for the hell of it, I am also including all of my friend's comments when she gave them and while I was writing this in a second column. I promise to keep them posted approximately when I  received them. Anyway, without further ado, here is the fairy tale I wrote.

Weird Email and Weird Messages

I know that I post a lot of blog entries, I know that I've recently started reviewing movies, and for whatever reason they have become popular on some websites across the net.  Yet what I got today in my email was actually the weirdest thing of all. It was a piece of spam that said the following (Please note that I've actually blackened out some stuff and removed all the links for your protection):

Hi, 

Considering that I work with <random_website>, I spend a lot of time on the Internet browsing blogs, and I must say that yours has caught my attention. Coincidentally, we recently published an article entitled (Article Name that is really long and stupid) that I believe would draw considerable interest from your readers. If you are interested in sharing with them, then feel free to do so. Here's the link for your convenience:  

(Article_Link_That_Was_Even_More_Stupid_Than_The_Article_Name_itself/) 

Thanks for your time!

K******* C****** 

So at first I was a little bit excited because I was getting an email about my blog and how it was drawing attention finally from google. I had a blog before this one and for all the efforts I put in to make it popular or interesting, I made nothing out of it. I'm not sure what I'm doing differently this time, maybe just because I do not care who reads this. At any rate, then I read the whole thing and instantly knew that what this really was is spam of the tenth degree. This person, Mrs K.C. as I'll call her, is most likely a computer bot that does a simple internet search to find articles similar to the one on their website and then send an email if possible. Or maybe it is a real person. Either way, I know how they found me and it actually has nothing to do with my blog. To say the least, I am still flattered that I am getting spam mail!

But this is not the only weird thing that is happening to me with spam messages. I also received a very convincing and interesting text message this morning (and coincidentally the exact same one from a slightly different number two days ago). What I need to make clear before I post that message is that the number was in the Colorado area code, but no one I knew. Anyway, the text message I got both times said the following:

If you could please let me know yes or no about the loan. If you can't then i need to come up with other options. I expect a call from missouri any 

Minute. I don't know how much longer mom can hang on. Thank you.

Now the clues I had that this message was fake are very small, except for the main detail that matters. First of all, my Mom was at home with me and so I was left confused. Second, I don't know anyone from Missouri. To say the least, I was left confused right after reading this. I just thought I would share it since this seems like some new scam.

Anyway, nothing else to really report at two in the morning.

Feeling Abstract

I can't seem to sleep and it has put me into an abstract sort of mood. I'm looking at life through a bit of a different perspective, different eyes that show a different view. It is strange to say the least, but it helps me settle into bed. So please don't mind the lack of fluidity in the next few paragraphs! They are not meant to be taken one after the other, but more as a sporadic explosion of thoughts.