Alright, alright. You’re probably thinking this fledgling blog doesn’t have much to recommend it, what with no links and no profile photo but hey, I’ll be working my way through these and other blogosphere niceties as soon as my indolent nature brings them into my slowly developing skill base.
Enough excuses. I discovered the land o’ blogs quite by accident about five years ago. I had been a Crikey student subscriber during one of their generous try-before-you-subscribe offers and quite enjoyed reading Stephen Mayne’s tilting-at-windmills deflation of arch conservatives like Andrew Bolt, Alan Jones, Piers Ackerman and other usual suspects.
This led me in a roundabout way to BoltWatch, and from there to Anonymous Lefty, both of which are excellent blogs by Melbourne barrister Jeremy Sear. Figuring that if I liked his stuff, then I might enjoy a quiet read of his recommended blogs I was away, but not in a fashion that made me a true citizen of blogsville. You see, dear reader (puts on Sideshow Bob voice) I lurked.
And I lurked all over the place. I found myself drawn to very entertaining blogs like reasonsyouwillhateme; brokenleftleg; muchadoaboutsumthin!; watchdogofthewankers; audrey; the barfromhell; (Hey, how about another post on that one soon?) and Huniii. I read the comments too. It was a case of “I lurk therefore I am!” But I thought of it only as reading. I've always loved reading.
And I justified it on the grounds of a couple of not-quite-fitting analogies like: you go to the cricket just to watch it, not to chant or sing; or you enjoy a band but don’t dance; you're a part of the audience, not a participant. Plus I couldn’t be arsed. I told you I was lazy.
Now, it disturbs me how I’m strangely impelled in the direction of blogs by (ahem!) women who could well be a bit younger than I am. And who I wouldn’t on the surface appear to have much in common with. (more about this phenomenon in my next post, I promise) But can they write!
Shut up! I have NOT been eyeing girls with bad intent! Not, not not! Alright, I have been eyeing their writing styles.
So here I am, Lad Litter. And you’ll be hearing a lot more from me. If I can be arsed.