Hello Internet! My name is Marie and this is my blog.
I was watching Julie & Julia the other day — you know, the movie about that woman who does all those Julia Child recipes and writes a blog about it? And at the end, her blog is so successful that it gets turned into a book, and then, obviously, a movie with Meryl Streep!
(I loved her in Mamma Mia, by the way. Oh my god. Or, OMG as they say here on the Internet. I have the soundtrack and I listen to it all the time in the car, as long as my big lug Hank isn’t on board. Let’s just say he has an allergic reaction to “Dancing Queen.”)
Where was I? Oh, right, that writer whose blog turned into a movie. Well, I don’t know if this blog will turn into a movie, but if it does, I call dibs on Courtney Cox. I realize most people like Jennifer Aniston more, but I was always a Monica girl.
Of course, the funny thing is that my sister Skyler is really the wordsmith in the family. She’s always sending off short stories to magazines you’ve never heard of, with titles like “The Poughkeepsie Quarterly” or “The Review of Boring Stories Where Nothing Ever Happens.” OK, I made that last one up, but I’ve flipped through a copy or two over at Skyler’s house, and wow, at least you can swat flies with it. Everybody sitting around drinking coffee, getting depressed and you can’t even tell who’s talking half the time. Would it kill them to run a little Nicholas Sparks now and then?
Anyway, the point is: How hard can it be to blog? (Is that right? Does one “blog”? Or would you say “write a blog”?) Blog doesn’t even seem like a real word. It sounds like a drunk person trying to say “by the log.” Where did you last see your keys, Hank? “Inna backyard. B’log.”
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