December 13, 2003

Is This The End Of Doing It By Hand?**

Let me tell you, weekends are very non-productive in the blog world.
You all have your little "lives" and "outside activities" and then there's this "family" thing..... where's the dedication? Where's the love?
To keeping me entertained, I mean. Of course.

To that end, I click on each and every one of you on my blogroll... *click*- read that already.... *click* - took the quiz, yeah..... *click*- saw that..... *click*- oh thank gods, a new post: "no blogging this weekend because I'm off to go Christmas caroling and one-horse-sleighing with my loved ones"..... BAH!

I think, despite my fierce rabid fear of new technology that means possibly buggering up my template beyond all human comprehension disdain for doing anything other than updating my blogroll by hand, I might have to drink the kool-aid get into the 00's and get Blogrolling, as I understand it puts a little starry thing or whatever next to a blog title when it updates.

Or maybe I'll ask Santa for a special Linkage Fairy, whose sole job it is to check the blogs for me to find new stuff.
Or, in an entirely new direction, I could become one of those people who has a "real life" and goes off on "outside activities" with "family".

Nah.
**(I was going to title this "The End of Hand Jobs", but got all squeamed-out in the end. I suck. Wait, I don't mean I suck as opposed to hand jobs.... okay, now, that didn't come out right at all. I should just stop now.)

Posted by LeeAnn at December 13, 2003 08:59 AM
Comments

Forget "real life". If my kids want to talk to me they can email me or leave a comment on my blog. All they ever want to talk about (depending on age and gender) is Barbies and Nintendo games anyway.

Posted by: marybeth at December 13, 2003 11:14 AM

Two words:

News Gator

Posted by: Lynn at December 13, 2003 11:21 AM

I do the blogrolling thing... even that's a bit dicey, though.

Once your 'roll gets too large (yeah, I know -- I didn't like typing that any more than you liked reading it... let's just move on), it's tough to remember which of the 'newly updated' sites you've already visited this session. So you still end up saying, 'Nope, read that already' or 'Seen it'.

Only now, there's that little twinge of 'I am such a tool' involved, b/c you 'read it' and 'seen it' three minutes earlier, not three days.

Or maybe it'll be better for you. Me and my half a brain get into plenty of trouble that other people seem to avoid. Your 'mindless mileage' may vary.

Posted by: Charlie at December 13, 2003 01:53 PM

I almost don't want to tell you how to get new entries quickly so that you can write another very funny post about it, but you can try FeedReader. It acts like a "special Linkage Fairy" and checks all those blogs that have that little "subscribe" link somewhere on their sites. You can get it from http://www.feedreader.com.

Email me if you have problems setting it up and I should be able to get you going on it. Good luck!

Posted by: Jack at December 13, 2003 02:47 PM

Don't stop - I'm almost there.

Posted by: Stewart Pendous at December 13, 2003 02:57 PM

Dangit!! I've posted THREE times today...JUST for YOU!!!

Posted by: Eric at December 13, 2003 03:01 PM

Thank you, everyone, for the suggestions... and Eric? I thought your entire blog was JUST for ME. :)

Posted by: LeeAnn at December 13, 2003 03:28 PM

I've blogged today! It wasn't just for you, but you can benefit :)

I'm going through my blogroll right now trying to find new stuff to read. Not much out there [pout]

Posted by: Ith at December 13, 2003 04:26 PM

I think most bloggers are sneaky by nature. They're not getting "away" with anything or "out of" anything when they blog on weekends. It's more of a high for them (Not me, never!) to do it while at work.

"Doing it by Hand" is really no excuse. One hand is free for blogging, right?

Posted by: Rob at December 13, 2003 07:16 PM

One other thing about blogging and/or doing it by hand:

To each their own, so to speak. And by definition.

Posted by: Rob at December 13, 2003 07:19 PM