that I started a blog recently. Well, it's been more than a year.
Here's the story:
I wanted to register a domain name, thinking I'd just start a niche blog and put some content, then see where I went from there. Maybe sell it. And even though it wasn't going to be a real blog like this one, I wanted to be able to update it every once in a while, so it had to be about something I knew a little about. I was a new father, so I thought I'd write about being a father.
And if it wasn't going to be a real blog, then of course I didn't write about it here, because What's the point?
So I started a blog with a silly name, where I talked about other fathers who blog, and about the things we all have in common, and about the meaning of fatherhood, at least the way I saw it, and about being a Stay-At-Home-Dad in a society that does me a favor and "accepts" me, and before I knew it, it wasn't a fake blog anymore. As much as I tried, I couldn't be cynical about it.
And I was slowly being added to parents' blogrolls, then asked to write a few guest posts in a Baltimore Sun parenting blog, then mentioned briefly on NPR...
And then I thought, Is People in the Sun the fake blog? But it's not, because I let myself go here. I even allow myself to say bad words here, like VAGINA.
Some of you may have actually been there. Well, some of you have been there. My Statcounter told me you were there. And some of you even left comments there, which made me feel weird because I felt I was cheating you with my dual-personality.
And then I felt it was too late to mention it here. And the longer I waited, the worst I felt. It's like coming over to your wife and telling her you've had Herpes for a year and you didn't want to tell her because you didn't want her to know you cheated on her with a crack whore a year ago. See why people come here? It's the metaphors.
So here it is. My own Daddy Blog. Come over and say Hi, and I hope you stay around. I will keep this blog, of course, and my other super-secret blogs, as long as I have something to say. And you know the drill: when I don't have anything to say, you can always count on cute baby pictures.
16 comments:
I feel... gut-wrenching pain. Sadness. Deceived.
You have another... bl... blog???
How could keep this from us?
I do come here for the metaphors. I also come here to make incendiary comments like talking about how awesome arson is and trying to get you and your son into it as well. I'm not sure how my comments would go over at your other blog. Let's see ;)
That's you?
I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years.
Maybe I need to create a secret blog. I could do one that reviews other people's secret blogs.
Why the heck to I always read these types of things when I'm 7 minutes late for getting ready for work?!?!?! Dag nab it...
Well, I can't wait to check out the "new" blog. Even if she does have herpes...
Have I ever mentioned how much I love not having herpes? I love not having herpes. I hope your crack whore blog doesn't give it to me.
I don't know why I couldn't figure out how to sign in so my little picture (of my boob I believe it still is) didn't come up... I tried a LOT of times though.
NO one will believe me when I say I thought I knew this already...
Hhhhmph.
Hello from Russia!
Can I quote a post "No teme" in your blog with the link to you?
You know darling, honesty is just the foundation of any relationship. I feel betrayed. Betrayed. Damn you, why don't you love me enough to be honest with me. (Sob.) Fine. I'm going over to chick the whore out. And I may just slap her while I'm at it.
(Sob.)
ha ha
I read this on my reader.
Good for you, of course you do, you are a great writer, and at least on paper a pretty good father.
Congrats to you pits.
I don't even have time for ONE blog.
You super freaks are showing me up.
I have a secret blog too. I have one post on it. I guess I blather enough in the non-secret ones (3) I have.
I don't mind that you cheat on me it was never meant to be more than a fling between us... now if only I weren't attracted to balding pit bull owners.
Sebastien, I'm afraid the other blog is Business-Casual. I have deleted your comments and banned you.
Dan, yep... I think your recent visit there was one of the factors that led to me to come out here.
Jill, if you sleep in your work clothes and shoes, you'll have more time to read blogs. And I'm sorry about your missing boob. Maybe because you commented under Name/URL rather than using your Google Account?
Xbox, too little too late! (although I expected readers of this blog who happened to read the other one to discover the truth by clicking on the "My Credential" button.)
Anonymous, my head just exploded. Who the what?
Freeman, you're laughing now, but when you get there you will realize that the day after I wrote a post about you, you quit your blog. I've always felt a little guilty there. Unless it was a good thing.
Cooper, thank you! On paper I am a pretty good father!
Kelley, oh, I'm definitely over-stretching myself. Although I only write about once a week, so it kind of evens out.
SJ, if I had an online dating account, I would have described myself as a "Balding Pit Bull Owner." In your honor.
Yeah. I ended up doing that because I was late for work and couldn't remember my own email address! Maybe my boob will be back on this post.
Oh well then - it's actually half my body! I guess it's only under the "followers" thing where I follow with my boob...
Jill, the Followers thing is programmed to zoom in on boobs. It's the only reason I keep it.
well, i want to read the fake blog and the real blog...which ever one is which.
Thanks, Blues. I'm glad you're still around.
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