When Tony Pierce laid out some fundamental blogging basics, I knew that I wasn't following some of the rules. In fact, I won't be following anything to a T here, either. But one of the most important basics Tony illustrates is number twenty-five: "dont use your real name. dont write about your work unless you dont care about getting fired."
When I quit my job doing technical chat support, I really wanted to write up a passionate review on the perks and lows of working in Faceless Corporation Hell. I really wanted to bitch about how horrible the management was and how I didn't get a single weekend off the entire year and five months I was on overnights. I really wanted to write about my dramatic exit style and how much of a flurry it caused. But I'm not going to. That would be going too far, too specific, too Googlable. I quit a job; I didn't retire. It's true that this blog will eventually become just as Googlable, but this time there will be a major difference: my name isn't on here.
A day or two ago my mum scolded me. She has a tendency to do that, and whether or not I deserve the "lecture" holds no relevance (e.g. "How many times have I told you to not close the shower curtain, because steam builds up behind it and causes mildew, even though hot air technically rises and diffuses into the rest of the air anyway, but I'm too stupid to know that, so I'm just going to scold you for something that is completely useless because I feel like it"). Two days ago it was because someone had found my blog, and someone had seen the pictures of my boyfriend and his big zucchini schlong. This someone, who also conveniently enough happened to be my dad's friend, then called my dad and proceeded to be all conservative about it and make a big fuss out of the whole thing, thereby embarrassing my pops.
I haven't actually discussed what happened with my father, nor do I want to. But my mum's message was clear: delete the entry. Get rid of it now. My parents don't read my blog, since my mum can't read English and my dad wouldn't be interested anyway.
But I didn't want to delete the entry. I thought it was funny. And that's more than enough reason for me to keept it on my blog. But because I respect my dad, I ultimately pulled the post, and then, the blog altogether. You probably got to the site, emailed me asking about it, and now you're here. Well, hello.
Blogging never got me in trouble at work. Though there were times when I was sorely tempted to discuss the thousand and one things I hated about that place. You'd think that my thong picture would've caused a ruckus, but no. Nothing happened. I want to continue blogging with such freedom, and therefore, I have removed my name. It doesn't matter that YOU know who I am. It's the fact that it's not blatant. And that's all I care about.
In any case, here are the "controversial" pictures, in all their scandalous glory. Enjoy!
This is a zucchini in the country:
This is my boyfriend in the country:
P.S. I should also mention that a domain name will hopefully be bought by next week, so the blogspot thing is merely temporary.
