I was just on Huffington Post (a site I frequent regularly) and I clicked on the Blogs tab. I click on many tabs while at the site--usually Entertainment, Style, Food, Green, Politics, Travel, Health, Art Books--but never "Blogs." The first three entries on this page led me to a great discovery though...
I am more prone to read a blog post, or an article of any kind, if there is some sort countdown or "Top [insert # here]" or "9 Ways to..." and I for some reason believe that this goes for everyone in the world, not just me.
Why else would there be so many Top 10 Lists? Why else would the top 3 blog posts listed on Huffington Post's Blog tab be: "The 10 Worst States for Retirement," "30 Things that Need to Stage a Comeback, Pronto!" and "The Human Brain: 9 of the Most Stunning Images Ever"? Is it the human condition to like things categorized? Is it our inherent and primitive competitive natures that attract us to lists generated by value judgments? Do we just like the finite nature of these articles, these lists? If there are only 30 things that need to stage a comeback then the reader (me) knows that I only have to devote so much of my time to the article and that this person has (or should have) done some outside research to reach this conclusive number of 30. I trust this person. Because of an arbitrary number.
Top 3 Reasons You Should Read This Post:
1. It will BLOW YOUR MIND.
2. I just made an interesting, albeit useless, observation of human nature.
3. I just informed you of 3 different articles on Huffington Post's Blogs tab that you may not have been aware of otherwise.
Explosive, observant, informative. 1, 2, 3.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Nothing...
I've racked my brain for the last 30 minutes, trying to think of a worthy post topic. I've got nothing of great import or substance. So here has what has crossed my mind in the last 30 minutes (in no particular order):
1. Man, I just at too much Kee Mao (Spicy Crazy noodle). Oh the perks and downfalls of working at a Thai restaurant.
2. Man, I love Mark. What girl has a guy that always kisses her as he passes by and always asks if I need anything before heading somewhere to get something for himself? That would be me. (Let's just say...I love him like Cro-Magnon Jess loved Cro-Magnon Mark.)
3. Man, red wine is pretty amazing. (So is another substance that I came in contact with earlier today...but it's not blog-appropriate.)
4. Man, House is good. I've said it a million times and I'll say it a million more. House is one of the best shows on television and perhaps ever has been on television.
5. Man, coming up with blog post subjects is hard! I even went back to my old LiveJournal, which I am promptly deleting, to try to do a now-and-then post. I just found out that I had nothing to say between 2002-2006 that wasn't complaining or boy-related.
6. Man, nothing has changed.
1. Man, I just at too much Kee Mao (Spicy Crazy noodle). Oh the perks and downfalls of working at a Thai restaurant.
2. Man, I love Mark. What girl has a guy that always kisses her as he passes by and always asks if I need anything before heading somewhere to get something for himself? That would be me. (Let's just say...I love him like Cro-Magnon Jess loved Cro-Magnon Mark.)
3. Man, red wine is pretty amazing. (So is another substance that I came in contact with earlier today...but it's not blog-appropriate.)
4. Man, House is good. I've said it a million times and I'll say it a million more. House is one of the best shows on television and perhaps ever has been on television.
5. Man, coming up with blog post subjects is hard! I even went back to my old LiveJournal, which I am promptly deleting, to try to do a now-and-then post. I just found out that I had nothing to say between 2002-2006 that wasn't complaining or boy-related.
My LiveJournal screenname was HappyPhantom. I googled Happy Phantom. This was on the of the images that came up. Given my proclivity to talk about boys, heartbreak, my issues and all my woe within that journal, this picture seemed fitting.
6. Man, nothing has changed.
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Mark,
My Former Self,
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