There are two reasons I have started posting more pictures on my blog:
1. When I am in a hurry I glance down through my google reader blogroll and read the blogs with interesting pictures.
2. I get more views/comments/interest in my blog if I post pictures.
There are two reasons which the last two posts have mentioned some segment of pop culture or other. Well, the grammys, basically.
1. I am interested in what is going on in pop culture, yet in some circles I am embarrassed to admit this. Hmm. Why? Maybe because pop culture is “the world” and full of evil things.
I hate the way that in some circles I am embarrassed to admit that I think gay marriage is wrong and in other circles I am embarrassed to admit that I think it is worthwhile to know what is going on in pop culture. I want, on my blog, to be real. Just Emily.Not hiding anything. (except, of course, things that are none of your business.)
2. The other reason is a selfish reason. I just realized that there is no way to put ads on your wordpress blog. The only possible chance is to partner with wordpress and split the profits 50 50, but you can only do that if you have 25,000 views on your blog every month.
Yeah. I am not even close. So I got this fleeting idea that I would post about something current every day and promote myself and all because, hello? I just spent seventeen lousy bucks for my domain name and I want to pay it off.
Just sayin. It was a fail. I will probably never ever reach 25,000 views a month.
That being said, I ended up blacking out the whole Lady Gaga picture, so now it’s pretty much pointless except to point out that there is really no point in spending time looking at a Lady Gaga picture. Because honestly, I don’t want to have anything on this blog that any parents would not want their twelve year old to see.
If you ever have any concerns about anything you see on this blog, please tell me. My email is Jemilys@gmail.com and I take your suggestions seriously.
I wish I could hand pick people, and put them all in one spot, and live there. My few favorite people in Oregon, in Colorado, in Virginia, other places…sigh.
Oh wait, real unique Emily. I am sure that every single other person on the planet wishes this also. The problem is…what if you would pick them but they wouldn’t pick you?
And….yes. There will be heaven. Which is a great comfort, in moments like this. Well, really, in all moments.
Right now I have a huge struggle raging in my mind: Am I a good person or am I a bad person? It is of course the stupidest struggle because there is NO ONE in the UNIVERSE that I see as either being completely good and nice and never annoying, or bad and mean and a failure.
Some people come close, I guess. But still. Ever since my huge blowup in December that I didn’t write about it detail because it was none of your business, I have had a tremendous cognitive dissonance in my mind.
Is what I did really a big deal? If so, that makes me a complete failure. If it wasn’t a big deal, than I’m good. Still amazing interesting me. Yeah, you can see where this is going.
Who am I, really?
All that laughter is because I’m thinking, really? Who am I? You’re stooping to ask that question about yourself?
Yep. I am. Deal with it.