Category: Life

I’m big reader of other people’s blogs. I find reading about people’s lives fascinating. It’s all about the drama and the personal intrigue. Learning someone’s intimate details, their hopes and their dreams — without knowing who they are — is a kind of voyeurism. I don’t peep in windows — I do my peeping elsewhere.

But sometimes, I happen upon a blog of someone I know (or knew). That can weird, especially if they share their — you know — feelings.

I am a big believer in the concept (both on and offline) of too much information. I like to keep the private details of my life (and my hopes and dreams) firmly away from my computer. And God help me if I ever discuss my feelings. I might be persuaded to discuss them after a few drinks but I am not one to drink and type. blog.elias.to is a deep-feeling free zone.

Readers of my blog (who don’t know me IRL) can glean a few things about me: I live downtown, I enjoy shopping and I’m as cute as a button. Perhaps you could also guess my age from the pop culture references. A google search could tell you more about me but nothing that’s not public information. I’m not exactly in the public eye but I do deal with the public on a day-to-day basis.

I like to think of my blog as amusing diversion. Funny, fun and occasionally interesting. I also refer to people by an initial only. No one else I know signed up to be on the internet so I don’t name them.

So does this make my blog boring? I hope not because I never planned to have an online diary. Blogs are different, aren’t they? Mind you, the elias person secretly leads an exciting life full of drama, crime, drugs and ill-advised midnight liaisons.

Now excuse me while I toss the clothes in the dryer and get another cup of tea.

Not 5 minutes ago Elizabeth Vargas asked me to log on to “John Stossel’s Web Page“. I almost jumped off the Chesterfield and hit my black and white television with my Fanta. Good thing it does not have a remote or I would’ve thrown it.

Log on
(v.) To make a computer system or network recognize you so that you can begin a computer session. Most personal computers have no log-on procedure — you just turn the machine on and begin working. For larger systems and networks, however, you usually need to enter a username and password before the computer system will allow you to execute programs. Alternative spellings for log on are log in and login.

Sure, I’ll log on just as soon I insert this hot link.

The use of log on is one of the top ten things that drive me mental. I especially hate it on television — where do they get the writers for 20/20 anyway? Luddite land? Do they make copies there on ditto paper too? And I’m no ageist nor am I a youngster. (I typed my papers in university on a typewriter. I know what correction tape is and I called a high school kid young man last week, cracking my friend K. up in the process).

But damn it, people. Visit. You visit a website … unless visit is old now too. How about go to the web page. Just go.

Go. Geez.

And while I’m at it, why does Stossel only have a “Web Page” — can’t they get him a whole site?