The Cliches Continue.
It's true, I've become all that I hate and have become a living blog cliche.
The MOST hateful cliche is the smug, self-satisfied 'oh, I'm away on holiday so there will be a guest blogger filling-in for me' thing.
Like you've got a column in the Guardian and you hand it over to one of your writer mates for a couple of weeks.
That's almost ok, but when you have a blog? Fucking hell. The assumption that people will wither and die if there is no content on your silly web-thing? Christ.
And the whole clique - thing. Jesus.
It makes me SICK.
My current post can be found at www.non-workingmonkey.blogspot.com
I'm filling-in for her whilst she's on her holidays.
Look. She's actually quite nice. Although the blog's a bit weak since she got happy - Dating Monkey's better and contains some sound advice and big laughs.
The MOST hateful cliche is the smug, self-satisfied 'oh, I'm away on holiday so there will be a guest blogger filling-in for me' thing.
Like you've got a column in the Guardian and you hand it over to one of your writer mates for a couple of weeks.
That's almost ok, but when you have a blog? Fucking hell. The assumption that people will wither and die if there is no content on your silly web-thing? Christ.
And the whole clique - thing. Jesus.
It makes me SICK.
My current post can be found at www.non-workingmonkey.blogspot.com
I'm filling-in for her whilst she's on her holidays.
Look. She's actually quite nice. Although the blog's a bit weak since she got happy - Dating Monkey's better and contains some sound advice and big laughs.
posted by Tired Dad at
8:42 pm
21 Comments:
oooo..you've become quite the celebrity since I've been away..
I'm working on keeping my jealousy in check.
Christ, where do I comment? Do I comment there, thus leaving this site uncommented, or do I comment here and make it look like her site isn't worth visiting? Or do I comment on both and look like some obsessive fan of yours who follows you everywhere you go.
Uh, I've already commented here so I guess that rules the first option out. Bugger it, I might as well go the whole hog and become an obsessive fan.
As is usually the case, you are right, but I still think you need a holiday.
Absolute blogging corrupts absolutely, I'm afraid. It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy, but considerably less grandiose than it sounds.
C: 'Celebrity' for fucks sake. Don't be so silly. It's only a blog. And if I ever take a holiday... no, doesn't matter. I won't.
Pie: I am fearing for my ankles. Number One fan.
MM: I HAD A DAY OFF SIX MONTHS AGO! I'M FINE I TELL YOU.
m_g: Quite right. I have been corrupted my something thoroughly insignificant that is read by a grand total of no-one. I WIN!
You love it really, or you wouldn't write a blog.
Well durr.
You speak French?
No, I'M your no.1 fan, cos I'm commenting here as well.
You're still miserable tho'.
er... p'haps a hol....nah.
i think there are more hateful blog cliches around than this particular one, which is actually kind of sweet.
*ducks and runs*
Lazy Monkey. I kept bloggin' from me hospital bed. You'll know if I stop I'm dead. Or possibly pissed for a solid couple of weeks....or possibly bored with it...
Shit. I like NWM's blog too now! I dont have time to read another blog on a regular basis! Shit. Best be off then.. got more reading to do...
Clarissa: Eh?
Tea: This is all getting a bit obsessive.
bittersweet: Fucking 'SWEET'? I may be many things but- whatever. Oh you mean the guest blog thing. Pain in the arse to be honest. I was working-up to something involving personalised number plates and had to stop. Grrr.
DJ: Enjoy. Despite my playful jibes it's a good read.
Shit. Sorry. Dinners. The man who blogs in the face of death.
When I went over to Non Working Monkey (who in my head I thought of as 'Tired Monkey' during your guest blog sting) there was a post that didn't seem from you - but rather from the Monkey herself -- and something about speaking French. It confused me until I realise it wasn't the Tired Dad / Monkey.
Christ. YOU'RE confusing ME.
Did you not have a holiday then?
shame.
I wish you'd done something good. Oh well. Until next time.
It was shit on purpose. Didn't want to bring the tone down.
Is this 'banter'? I can't bear to even type the word without inverted commas.
I love you. Not in a weird way.
Are you too "tired, dad" for a new post?
Give me a break.
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