With
The Hun's friends coming over and my total lack of anything better to do, I've been sitting on a beanbag in the loungeroom for 8 hours now, croozin blogs.
I've managed to skim through a fair variety of them - going thru my favourite sites to their favourite sites, to their favourites and so on which got me to thinking...
WTF am I writing? WTF am I trying to achieve? WTF aren't I anywhere near as inspiring or amusing or honest or heartwrenching or creative as the hundreds (or at least dozens) of other awesome blogs that I've come across that inspired me to start in the first place?I know that it isn't going to come to me in a blinding moment with the clouds parting, and the hand coming down and the great booming voice, so I thought that I might splain a bit about my favourites and why they're favourites. This might give me a bit of insight into myself (not like that picture of the person in the shower with their head up their ass that I don't really want to post here but you all know what I'm talking about) and a clearer direction.
So tonight, in honor of playing
500 with The Hun and co., I give you
EnnyPens Suite of Blogs that all have meaning to her in one way or another but are grouped under a more collective catchier title that I can't quite think of at the moment:
*********** ***********
Teej Mahal was the first blog I ever found. I can't even remember how I found it, except for vague memories of getting the link via
RiotACTor vice versa. At first I read it with a stalker-like intensity - A spunky, funny and engrossing 20-she-something from Canberra. I could visualise the places she visited, imagine the type of people she hung round with, and could totally picture her pissing it up in Garema place before completing the ritual that is Post Grog Chicken Gourmet. She sounded jus like the type of person I would be rendered totally speechless in inferiority if I actually met or saw her, so I'm just a lurker at the Teej Mahal.
She doesn't write as much as she used to (or as much as I and lotsa others would like it), but I still naively check in there each day (and some weekends!) and am happily suprised when I find something new.
So Teej, for your totally engaging, mesmerising and familiar styl3z, I want you to know you're the first blog I'd recommend to all 20-something trendy-wannabe chicks who want to be totally inspired and/or inspiring, blog-wise and life-wise.
You are inspiring me to talk more about Canberra, so that out of towners can get more of an idea of what it's really like, and so that insiders can try and get some of that sense of familiarity that you gave me.
You get to be
Hearts because it's always been my favourite suite, and you'll always be a favourite blog to me (awwww) (totally not meant in a girl-slash-girl love type of way).
*********** ***********
I'm not sure how I found Jellyfish either. But, it had much the same reaction for me that Teej did . What I love about her blog is the way that you can see how much she has grown and changed, both as a person and a blogger. I also love how she started as 'total nerdz0r' but you can see the way that blogging has affected her everyday life, and vice versa (in a good way!).
Jelly, for the way I feel I would totally not be intimidated by you in real life, but always feel like the gonkier, taller, hanger-onnerrer, the way you have given me realistic hope in that I can only get better and better, and the way that you are getting too cool for me, I'd totally give you change for the train station vending machine, an arched eyebrow when you hang around for 'just one more drink' and bag of microwave popcorn to go with 'My Fair Lady'.
You are inspiring me to open up and admit all of the embarrassing everyday occurrences that I have and make them into some fantastical journey that everyone can cringe along with as they remember the time they did something just like it or worse.
You get to be Spades, because they look like shovels and sometimes it seems you need one to dig yourself outta the shit you get yourself into!
*********** ***********
Again - dunno how I found it. And again, similar to Jelly, you can see how her style of writing has changed from her first blog to her most recent. What I love about CB is her totally unfathomable creative direction - the way she can just pluck a thought from the wind and spin it into a web of thought, feeling and creativity. I love the way that I am yet to find a blog like hers, and I am yet to find a post that is similar to one of hers and as well done. She holds a special place for me in that she was the first person to add a comment to me and it really meant a lot, and she is also very lucky in having a very supportive and dedicated group of commenters that are there for her each time she logs in and hanging on her every thought and word.
CB, you have an emotional depth in your writing that I can only hope to aspire to. You're more like Teej in that I'd probably be intimidated by you in real life, but you resonate a deep and reflective soul that I would be drawn to.
You are inspiring me to try and look deeper at myself and have the guts to write about what I really think and feel.
You get to be Diamonds because they're expensive and sparkly, and would totally complement the corporate hardcore image that you are to me.
*********** ***********
Oooh, where do I start - I get all schoolgirly and flighty when I read her posts - I'm such a prude. Reading her posts has been (up until very recently) the closest thing I had ever experienced to porn. It is so totally incomprehensible that there are such totally outrageous people out there, so totally amazingly rock-level of coolness (totally, Totally, TOTALLY). She has introduced a lot of new vocabulary into my mental dictionary - all sorts of terms that I could in no way incorporate into my ho-hum daily existence as I have nothing anywhere like it. It's a lot like the time I read that medical dictionary and felt naughty looking at all the sex bits.
You inspire me to cyber-cuss in amounts closer to what I do in real life, and try to open up more about 'those types of things' that everyone loves to read.
Ms Fits, you get to be Clubs, for that way that my even mentioning you may bring down your coolness, resulting in you tracking me down and cyberclubbing me to death (yeah, I know it's a shitty comparison, I just can't do any better atm!!!).
*********** ***********
I know I probably haven't put this all into words very well, but these are five fuckin awesome blogs run by five very different and very inspiring grrls.
Top job ladies - golf claps, cucumber sandwiches and pats on the back all round.
