I have become that blogger. That blogger we all hate more than we hate being called bloggers. At work I’ve become that blogger who whines about how nobody comments on her blog. I can’t believe it.
Every time I say the words “nobody ever comments” my soul flies out out of my body and this semi-transparent ghostlike me gags, rolls its eyes, and pantomimes kicking my ass. How did I become this person? And how do I get rid of her?
I’m Granny Internet, damnit. I started blogging back when there was no such thing as comments. When someone wanted to comment they either e-mailed you or made a comment on their own site and linked to you. Remember those days?
Now here I am all sniveling and needy and begging the youngsters I work with to leave comments. I really got to stop that, because it’s annoying.
I’ve taken to calling myself Granny Internet around The Nerdery because of that slow look of shock and horror that comes across the faces of the young people I work with when they learn that I am 36, which is like 88 in Internet years.
My needy, no-comment getting, sniveling self is forever grateful that they are shocked because, “I would have never guessed you were that old.” But at the same time, when did 36 become THAT OLD? Sheesh. I keep telling them that I am immature for my age. Because, well, that’s true.
I refuse to comment on this entry.
I’m not talking about this blog, doofus. I’m talking about my work blog.
Well, you’re going to have to let your worlds collide if you want comments over there.
go ahead and paste the following comment into your other blog’s comment section.
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Ooh! I love to hear about the old days! Tell us about Usenet, Granny Internet! Is it true that before HTML all words were black, all pictures were ascii and porn was free?! I bet it was totally cool. ;o)
Is it bad that I miss those days Granny Internet? Because I miss them real bad.
Granny needs another of her conniption pills…
Ah. I am ancient and expect only spam for my time on the Internet began with Usenet – DH is paleolithic because he started with BBS’s.
Those whippersnappers don’t know anything about netiquette. They think you can use all caps without being rude!
Just keep saying “I’m 2 parts don’t give a damn…”
🙂
Thank Heather, I needed that reminder.
Yeah, I was on the Internets in 1992 — back when it was USENET and GOPHER and BBS and the only commercial “website” was USA Today with and ascii-art logo!
I actually preface a lot of conversations with the whippersnappers with something like,
“Now, I am elderly, so…..”
(I have to be in the balcony at First Ave) and then they don’t freak out so much when I say I am 34.
Last night I was remembering there are some kids now that have *grown up* with the Internet and don’t think of it as a miracle invention as I do. Kinda blows my mind.
AC
Uh, Jodi, please fix my typos in the above comment. Thanks.
Well, that makes me great-granny internet…and I love the look when I tell them I am 61 and have a blog and am on facebook. It’s like I ruin their private little world of youth.