forget soft drinks and put a kitten inside your glass
I did a google search for my blog name and the first result was an analysis by “qirina‘ – which had determined in its infinite wisdom that my blog was about soft drinks. Sure. What else? Looking forward to the day when data mining robots are in charge of things. What could go wrong?
It went further to suggest that if this wasn’t correct then the owner of the site could probably improve this analysis by doing some SEO.
I purposely turned off SEO (indexing etc.) on this site because I started to freak out that as people do searches (employers or future clients or neighbours or professors/tutors or, I dunno, stalkers or whatever) that stuff like the following might show up:
Sure, some people will be fans of the sperm stuff… but perhaps not others.
I guess I need to optimize the site or just take it down. Better to be known for sperm than for soft drinks. (See, I’ve just killed any chance at working for a soft drink company due to that little joke.)
I’ve mentioned this before, but at first this site was mostly so I could learn about WordPress design (check) and publishing (check) but then I started to have a bit of fun. At some point my focus shifted to thinking of how others perceived the blog and then I started to experience this grand case of writer’s block. Well, not so much writer’s block, but more like the sort of self-consciousness that seems to paralyze creativity and fun . Total buzzkill.
I’ve always struggled with how to meld my humour writing (my true passion and one which feels effortless, except for all the work involved in it, and fun) with more traditional work environments and also with more “serious” styles of writing. The moment I started to think “gee, you are nearing the end of your communications program and now future clients or employers may look at this blog and think you are lame” then all the fun went out of it. I froze. I felt I should grow up already. Blog about communications theory or diffusion of innovations or whatevs. Put together a proper writing portfolio and whatnot. Problem is that I can’t bring myself to do something on a volunteer basis (i.e. not get paid) unless it’s interesting, unless it’s fun, unless it’s real and not just for postering. Scuze me for not wanting to blog about Harold Innis or whatever. Oh shit, I did that, didn’t I?
(And again, like with the sperm, some people wouldn’t be a fan of the “oh shit” stuff… you know, boring people.)
I also haven’t been writing here lately because my school work and life as a parent takes all of my time but I MISS the spirit in which this blog started out. I miss that exciting sense that I had back in 2010 when I thought I could find an outlet, finally, for my humorous and tangential style of writing and thinking. An outlet outside of work or school where I could be free to just write as I wish. But the internet doesn’t forget and what if I end up a grown up job and then an article I did about lazy assed grilled cheese sandwiches pops up alongside a serious publication about emergency response during a plemodonaicitc epidemic or something? How will that look? Can I even handle the seriousness of a job where the public relies on me to communicate about plemodonaicitc matters? (Yes, I can. It’s nice that I finally get this now.)
So… yeah… I’m sure after I finish up my courses I’ll be blogging again… whether it will be here or somewhere else… we’ll see. Hopefully it’ll be really fun and make you laugh so hard you can’t catch your breath. Or else it will make you cry so hard because it’ll be about the seriousness of the plemodonaicitc epidemic.
Take care for now.