If you are an aficionado of blogs and all things social media you will be aware of the epic shindig that just happened on the Gold Coast. Doubtless you know who wore what, who hung out with whom and are able to quote every drop of inspirational ambrosia that spilled from convenor Darren Rowse’s lips. The Pro-blogger event is meant to be a gathering of the who’s who of the blogeratti but this year it wasn’t. This year Mumabulous’ conspicuous absence cast a dark shadow over the hallowed halls of the QT hotel.
The entire she-bang was much the poorer for omitting my session on adding humor to your blog through the strategic use of the word “honk”. As I am a generous soul I will give you a small taste.
Dirk Digler for parliament. Now that’s what I call an honorable member! HONK!
I tell you he won’t be the biggest dirk in the joint. HONK!
And the word play keeps coming. HONK! HONK!
Cheekiness aside, I have been subjected to a constant flow of shiny happy bloggers having the time of their lives through my Facebook feed. It brings back the fragile emotions of my High School days. That Goth chick not invited to the party with the cool kids – AGAIN. It sux to be me.
The stupid thing is I don’t feel ostracised by the blog community. As I sit alone at my desk in rainy Sydney, a glass of shiraz in hand, I am feeling the love of the blog world. It’s all because of Liebster.
Liebster is basically a chain letter that circulates the blogosphere. Bloggers answer 10 questions about themselves then create another 10 questions for 10 fresh bloggers. The whole thing expands exponentially until everyone in the universe is touched.
Over the past few weeks I was lucky enough to be tagged by these lovely ladies.
Kirsten & Co
You Learn Something New Everyday (affectionately known as YLSNED)
Hugzilla (affectionately known as the anti-thermomix)
And I got a Versatile Bloggers Award from Pinky Poinker – same stuff, different format
Unfortunately I cant do justice to them all as answering 40 questions would make cumbersome reading. Instead I will stick to the first three questions from each.
First cab off the rank is Kirsten:
What was the last thing you ate?
This afternoon Dadabulous recreated the vanilla slice of his child hood. It was a retro concoction complete with sao biscuit crust. The fancy pants even drizzled chocolate over it. More interestingly the last thing I drank was a cheeky glass of Wolf Blass Founders Selection Shiraz.
What’s your favourite colour?
I love the green of money and the pink of my pink diamond engagement ring (you need a microscope to see them but they are there.)
Summer or Winter?
I can answer this by saying young men don’t stride up my local high street in their bathers during winter.
Next up is YSNED:
What’s your favourite chocolate flavour?
Generally speaking if its not over 70% cacoa it doesn’t rate. Mind you have you tried Lindt Creme Brulee? Oh My. If the essence of Fassbender were chocolatified this would be the result.
What song do you play to get you in the mood for a party?
“Its raining men” by the Weather Girls. It gets me seriously pumped for a long afternoon of pass the parcel and musical statues.
What’s the funniest/strangest way you’ve ever injured yourself?
On a first date I feel off a bar stool and hit my head on the way back up. Luckily for me the date was unchivalrous and laughed. NB: It wasn’t Dadabulous.
Your turn Hugzilla:
What was your favourite subject at school?
History – Bonnet dramas are hawt.
How easily do you wake up when your alarm goes off?
You could never miss a single episode of which TV show?
GAME OF THRONES! If you skip an episode you return to find your favorite characters are dead!
Finally Pinky has asked me to relate seven things you might not know about me. In the interests of symmetry I’ll keep it to three.
1. I’ve just done a 2 day course in Illustrator hence the new look blog. Its what happens when amateurs are let loose on the Creative Cloud.
2. Whenever Dadabs chastises the girls for joking about poos and wees I burst out laughing.
3. Nikki Minaj has confused me. I have spent all my life thinking that my size 10 butt was too big. Now it seems it is nowhere near big enough. I cant win!
By now anyone who’s ever blogged has been Liebstered so its time to call an official end to this.
Did you go to Pro-blogger and have an absolute blast? Go on rub it in.
Are you feeling loved by the blog community?