Thursday, July 17, 2008

This Would Be a Good Week To Ask Me for Money

Why is that, you ask? Well, despite a crippling back problem this week, I was the happy recipient of some good ol' fashioned sinning this weekend, so consider this a get out of jail free card for all you bloggers out there, especially crunchy, granola-y bloggers.

Wit's End is one of those blogs I would only read if I knew the author in person. Which is not to say it's a bad blog, per se, it's just one of those day-in-the-life, this-is-what-I-ate, and-this-is-what-I'm-randomly-musing-about-today blogs. Basically 1 of 8 bajillion other blogs out there. Sigh. And that's the problem, she writes really well, is interested in cool things (she's a veterinarian and localvore), mother of twins at the tender age of 42 (holy fuck), but for some reason I just cannot totally love all over her blog like a drunk frat boy over a willing co-ed. This is because, while mildly amusing, it's just...normal. Not exactly riveting for a reviewer who revels in the utterly tragic and insane (I freely admit my bias). Also, and this is coming from a fellow Liberal, Republican bashing makes me cold. I know lots of Repubs (even dated a few...rockstars in the sack, BTW) and I really wish bloggers would stop equating Republicanism with stupidity (that's what Libertarians and Alabamans are for, j/k). It's your blog and your opinions, but if bloggers want their political opinions taken seriously they really should get out of the echo chamber once in a while.

But I digress...

I don't really have any criticism for this blog other than the baby-poo colored background is a pretty gross color and your blog designer should be spanked with a color wheel. Furthermore, I'd be really interested to hear more about your dealings with farm animals and their owners. Seriously, I think this is probably an untapped resource of hilarity that the author should explore. If farmers in upstate New York are anything like those of the upper plains states (think crotchety old men who hide from their 4H nazi wives with the other farmers at the local Fleet Farm), it's comedy gold, I tells you!

I give it for excellent and inoffensive writing. It would have been three if you could offend me a little more.

32 comments:

  1. Really, really fugly template. i'd like to comment on the content, but I couldn't get past the fugly. If this is what your blog looks like, what does your house/purse/shoes/clothing/hair/makeup look like? I'll try again later, when I'm not eating.

    We should keep a link to this blog, and remind ourselves that sometimes, a white, simple template is just sooooo much better than something designed. Badly.

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  2. p.s. I don't mind the content. It's not bad. I might even read, since I'm a mom-type-person.

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  3. Orange and mustard -- it's like the 70s exploded on this blog. Add some avocado green, and we're all set.

    The content's not bad, though. I like the crunchy.

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  4. Aaah, ladies....it's not baby poo, it's calf scour yellow. I'll likely play around with the colors but I'm just not a white person. It does rather match my wardrobe--no wonder my daughter wants to sign me up for 'What not to Wear'.

    I've thought about including more 'Tales from the Crate' because I do have some amazing stories from practice. Thanks for the suggestion and for the review. Suggestions are much appreciated.

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  5. I looked at your "design" designer's website, she has some far better designs, that are much more readable, than what you're currently doing. I really think you should go with more of the vet work. There aren't that many women in your field, and I think that you write well enough to have some sell-able content.

    You need a design that expresses what your blog is about, and isn't ass ugly. Also, I'd change the name, it's really trite and dated. Tales from the Crate is much more original.

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  6. Also, worst content description, ever...

    "Random thoughts from the place I'm always at.... My Wit's End...."

    (restraining urge to puke).

    Please, people. Enough already with the random thoughts. Random thoughts = code word for "boring blog no one should be forced to read." By advertising yourself this way, you're selling yourself short.

    You can do better than this. Think something with farm animals.

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  7. You really need to take some time and think of a clever title/description for this blog that encompasses more about you that makes you unique. For instance, "The Vet-eran." Or, "Dances with Cows, Pigs and Horses" Or, anything that doesn't suck as much as "wit's end."

    I know mine suck ass, but you get the idea, hopefully.

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  8. Kiss of death in blog titles = "musings," "ramblings," "random," "thoughts," "blog."

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  9. Unless you're pairing one of those words with something glorious, like "Random Kicks to the Face" or "Cock-Blogger."

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  10. You're right. I'd totally read a blog called "Cock Musings" or "Random Fucks."

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  11. Dirty Pirate Hooker Blog. Whee! One of my favorite blog titles.

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  12. Random One-Night Stands. Vagina Musings. Blowjob Ramblings. Thoughts of a Cock-Loving Slut.


    I'm there for all of those.

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  13. You know, though, those would all be fine without the musings, random, blog, etc.

    I mean, "Cocks" is probably more effective than "Cock Thoughts." And who needs "Thoughts" when you've got "Cock Loving Slut"?

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  14. As always, you are right, dear Calamity. I can never really get enough cock. Who cares exactly what said cock is thinking?

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  15. Cock this, cock that. You straight people always forget about the mons. And vulvas. They need love too!

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  16. Confessions of a Cock Loving Slut would be a rad title. Although I'm pretty happy with my Dirty Pirate Hooker one as well, plus there's plenty of content on why I'm a cock loving slut, so I've embraced both. My mother should be proud.

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  17. Duck, never fear. Hahn and Stormcarver might check in with sapphic commentary. Or you could be our token lesbian.

    Also, don't make me mention the Emerald Cowboy.

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  18. Duck:

    I'll try to insert vulva into the conversation more, but I have to confess that I don't even know where my vulva IS.

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  19. Or WHAT it is, for that matter. I'm even a little iffy on the location of my cervix, though my doctor told me once that it was the cleanest cervix he'd ever seen.

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  20. I have, however, discovered the location of the important stuff...the doorbell and the g-spot.

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  21. I had a friend who took a Womyns study class (yes, womyn with a Y) and she had to make a vagina hat. Tee hee. Vagina hat.

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  22. My first girlfriend was a French bird, if I made a vagina hat in her honour, I'd have looked like Boris fucking Yeltsin.

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  23. Xbox, I had to google boris yelstin and I started laughing so hard at that image and what you said...aaahhh, that's some funny shit

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  24. What would a vagina hat look like? I keep seeing images of meat in my mind.

    Also, boyfriend helped me identify my vulva this evening. Just thought I'd share.

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  25. More in like an anatomy/physiology class, during hands-on lab work.

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  26. I find it somehow revealing, LB, that you have found your g-spot, which is notoriously reclusive, but couldn't find your vulva, which is right out there for all the world to see. If you're naked, that is. Out. In the world.

    You know what I mean.

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  27. Well, I knew it was there. It just doesn't do anything useful (for me, at least), and thus, I never really bothered to learn what it was called beyond the all-encompassing and generic term: Pussy.

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  28. p.s. Being a cock-loving slut comes in handy at times, Cal. Like, in identifying one's g-spot. ;)

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Grow a pair.