All right, so I've decided to blog...finally. Why? I don't know. All my friends are doing it? I mean, that's the same reason I did that one thing that one time but...I digress.
Honestly now, with my recent decision to begin looking at civilian jobs in case the Air Force cuts my legs off, I've realized that I am seriously behind on the advances of the internet. I email, I have facebook and myspace, and I have a (very poorly tagged) flickr site. I read CNN.com and I can find what I'm looking for in Google. That pretty much sums up my internet communication skills.
Working in PA (translate PR), I see every day how the media has moved way past newspapers and the evening news. And while I understand concepts, I need to catch up on all the practical applications. Hopefully starting a blog will help.
If not, at least I'll have a better place to post sweet surveys and rants about Britney Spears awful performance on the VMAs than a myspace bulletin.
Bonus: My publicity plan for Brit
First, release a statement saying, "I have an alcohol problem that I developed trying to cope with my marital and parental problems. I'm going to get help. See you in a few."
Second, hire a chaplain, therapist, personal trainer, chef, stylist and babysitter (or if you prefer a "manny"), put them all on a jet and fly to Namibia for some privacy (it worked for Brangelina).
Third, stay there for as long as it takes for all the aforementioned people to agree that you are sane.
Fourth, fly back, schedule an interview with Barbara Walters, admit again to your alcohol, marital and parental problems. Tell us how JT broke your heart and K-Fed beat you. Make us cry.
Fifth, give up on music (you're not that good) and hire J.K. Rowling to ghost-write your autobiography.
Finally, sell your book, make millions, marry your manny and adopt a kid from Africa.)
Monday, September 10, 2007
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