Words and Stuff should be some kind of nominee for worst blog name of the year. That was the best you could do? Yeah, Matt, you're not so good with the words and stuff.
But, give Matt a camera, and damn. I mean, seriously, DAMN.
I'm not a huge fan of photobloggers, and I'm not sure that I would link this blog. BUT, having said that, his photography is WONDERFUL.
He has used a simple black basic layout, but I think that it could be revved up or tightened up with something like this, this, this or this.
The writing is another story. One post, formatted as a letter to his grandma, is a political rant. Meh. If you REALLY write letters like this to your grandma, your family is even more strange and fucked up than mine is, and that's saying a goddamn lot. Nothing better than getting a three-paragraph political lecture from your grandkid. If my grandkids do this to me at some point in my life, they're going to be receiving a box of dog turds in their mailbox as a rebuttal.
Another post ponders the order of colors in a news article. Are you fucking kidding me? A post about the colors in your underwear drawer, and boxers versus briefs would have been more entertaining. And, your critique of Riley Tuff? Dude...you claiming that ANYONE can't tell a story properly is rich in irony because you are a wordy, boring fuck.
Who would read this shit you write? You are still stuck in journalism school, and I bet you haven't improved a bit since leaving. God damn. I'm flabbergasted, to tell you the truth. You may love words, but you do not know how to use them. It's a fucking crime against the dictionary.
From looking at your comments, NO ONE is reading. I bet it's because you put your initial readers into a brain dead state within seconds. Dude...if you're going to navel gaze or poli-rant, you can't kill off your readers with teh boring. They aren't self-replicating.
Your posts are THE WORST I'VE EVER SEEN. And that is seriously saying something. I'd read about an entitled Indian princess wannabe mommyblogger's drippy diseased vagina before I'd read this shit. Your posts are boring, pretentious, self-absorbed, and awful. I will admit that at least you know how to place a comma and use proper grammar. But, your posts ain't writing. They're a drug-free replacement for lunesta.
I guarantee that you are under 25. For god's sake, is this "Pompous Self-obsessed Bloggers Under 25" week or something? And no one told me. For shame. I'd have bought you and Drizitche a new set of razors or something to celebrate.
I give the photos:
I give the writing:
Usually, we tell bloggers to write more, edit themselves, and hone their art. You? Please just shut the fuck up and look pretty. The good thing is: men your age do this very well. Just don't open your mouth. I can almost guarantee that following this advice will help your dating life. Which, might actually give you something to write about. Sadly, though, I bet you can put people into a coma describing sex.