I deleted one of my earlier posts in 2004 because it offended my sister. And I'm writing it now because I think the issue should have simmered to nothing more than an annoying memory that was once potent enough to have caused a smashing sibling rivalry. Of course, we're both mature enough to allow things to escalate to such silly childish truck, but it was STILL an eruption, however low it registered on the richter.
There is safety in proper timing.
The post, "I Read In My Sister's Wedding," was nothing more than a humorless take on, drumroll please, my sister's wedding. It's Her Wedding in a totally deadpan interpretation. Bad idea, wrong blog. What started off as an unspirited attack on the reception host (and the silverware, and the groom crying, and such similar truck) exploded in a very impolite tirade with a slightly offensive air to it that borders on the excessively rude. And then I reckon most of my pieces smell of the same characteristic profaning diction anyway, so I reason it's nothing more than a bad idea in the wrong blog.
I apologize for that.
You don't do impassive on celebrations like people's weddings. You don't write them off like you're engineering some really lame attempt at funny. And you don't, for fear of raising hell, you dont do it on your sister's wedding if you can't even fake good tidings. I so embarass myself that I'm referring to him in the third person. Him being me.
Choose your words, people. And choose your topics good, if you can't word them well. I've now learned not to, as Jessica Zafra would have it, not to "cannibalize my life for material. " It's just a blog, so stop blogging for the continuity. Don't blog to endanger pre existing relationships that will remain to be far more important than your current page rank.
Your life is bigger than this free online service that peaked as a fad for most of us.