Random Shapes/Internet Pottering
I am now part of the Random Shapes network, which, quote, "features the best teen blogs on the web in an attempt to encourage good blogging among teens." Already I am confused by the forum and the technicalities of it all. Saying that, I am easily confused. Televisions confuse me. I have yet to learn how they turn on. (Surprisingly, I don't have much problem when turning them off.) Microwaves confuse me. When ordered to heat a bottle of milk in the microwave, I head for the oven, and stand there, bewildered by the many handles. Is that the grill? The oven? Microwave? How does it turn on? What does this button do? (Ooops.) Will it burn? How how HOW does it turn round and round like that, like a little carousel with a milk bottle balanced on top?
I have invented a new concept - Internet Pottering. Internet pottering is not unlike normal pottering. By pottering, I mean drifting vaguely around the house, moving from room to room. Picking up ornaments and putting them back down again on the same dusty shelf, after having contemplated the breakability of the item. Pottering means arranging garden gnomes with fishing lines around an imaginary lake in your bedroom. Pottering means not knowing what to do, or why you potter. At a stretch, pottering can mean ironing shirts, table cloths and napkins, and whistling along to Cat Stevens, or other ironing music. Pottering is making noise - clattering pots and pans to fill a noiseless void. Pottering is contemplating the woven washing basket and moving pianos from the first floor to the bathroom upstairs.
Internet pottering revolves around the same idea. Internet pottering is having too much time on your hands. Internet pottering goes like this:
But I won't.
Oh, lucky people. You've been spared.
I have invented a new concept - Internet Pottering. Internet pottering is not unlike normal pottering. By pottering, I mean drifting vaguely around the house, moving from room to room. Picking up ornaments and putting them back down again on the same dusty shelf, after having contemplated the breakability of the item. Pottering means arranging garden gnomes with fishing lines around an imaginary lake in your bedroom. Pottering means not knowing what to do, or why you potter. At a stretch, pottering can mean ironing shirts, table cloths and napkins, and whistling along to Cat Stevens, or other ironing music. Pottering is making noise - clattering pots and pans to fill a noiseless void. Pottering is contemplating the woven washing basket and moving pianos from the first floor to the bathroom upstairs.
Internet pottering revolves around the same idea. Internet pottering is having too much time on your hands. Internet pottering goes like this:
- I read the blogs I like, I comment, I re-read the blog, I re-read the comment.
- I check my mail. I reply to emails. I write emails for the sake of writing them, then discard my ramblings in disgust.
- I read the postcards posted in PostSecret. I consider sending in my own, but then realise I HAVE NO SECRETS.
- Check mail again.
- Google the first word that springs to mind.
- Read blogs.
- Update blogs.
But I won't.
Oh, lucky people. You've been spared.
kiwiqueen - 19. May, 18:48