NewscomaGot A Two-Pack Habit And A Motel Tan

First of all, my dear readers who have sent me such kind emails, tweets and have asked me some great questions, let me take a moment to navel gaze and tell you of the Spider Bite tragedy. At least I think it’s a tragedy.

My vote is the only one that counts.

I didn’t see the spider but the bite isn’t as big as this picture that I found online. It’s on the top of my foot and looks more bruised than this one but remember we got to the doctor quick. He told me what I’d been bit by because I had no idea. I thought I might have bruised my foot or something. I’m not a medical professional. I did have a little experience with this before due to Killa who suffered much more than I have when she was bit last year. I think it is inadvertently because of her, seeing her go through hell last year, that made me get to the clinic pronto.

I just knew I was feeling weird and my foot swelled up like a golf ball and my leg started cramping about an hour in. And I felt weird. Thus far, I’ve only had abdominal and leg cramps. We caught this in time before it did any real damage although Day 2 has been much rougher than Day One.

So I went to the doc who told me “That’s nasty” and then gave me some scrips and promptly went home to get nauseous. Ahh, nausea how I adore thee. (The Summer of 2008 will go down in Newscoma’s life as the one where I burned out due to excessive overload. I’m going to be as gray as Phil Donahue by the Fall.)

The only thing I can tell you is my experience as I don’t know yours.

A.) I’m glad it wasn’t a brown recluse. Those bites rot your skin.

B.) It feels like someone has hammered a railroad stake into the bottom of my right leg where the point has settled in my hip.

C.) The cramps are from this suck. Truly a big old cup of suckage.

I wish to apologize to the Gods. I must have been a bad girl with Steve Austin, strep throat, my chief staff writer out this summer, the black widow bite, the canceled vacation and other various things.

The GOOD NEWS: As terrified as I am of spiders, I can say that this didn’t kill me and I didn’t completely freak out. Good does come out of bad things. And, to be honest, it could have been much worse.

NavelGazing Coma. That’s my middle name today.

Do you ever get to that point in your blogging, non-virtual world where you run out of ideas?

Yeah, me too.

I sometimes struggle thinking whether or not I should post about my mindthink on politics (remember, I’ve become a conspiracy theorist, heh) and then sometimes I’ll post things that interest me.

Other times I navel gaze and talk about Homer (who is in Gatlingburg and got caught in the toxic spill on I-40. She had no idea what was going on other than she was stuck in traffic. If I know her hubby, Squeegee Monkey well at all, he refused to turn Fred off of XM which might have helped them understand their predicament.) The people who she is with are making her go to Dixie Stampede. I’ve heard of Dixie Stampede but I’m unsure if this is Homer’s thing. I don’t know if watching buffaloes run while eating will entice her. Then again, she might love it. One never knows.

We could start a Zombie Stampede restaurant. (Write this down in Newscoma’s brilliant ideas that never reach fruition.)

I’ve always thought the best thing to do is just blog about what you want to. There is also a new blogging age going on, in my humble opinion, where bloggers are going to go to their niche. I sometimes read new media strategists and think “Man, that’s cool. What the hell are they talking about?” I also read some mommy bloggers who are clever and think “I love my nieces but, man, that is a lot of responsibility.”

I tend to like the disc jockey approach to blogging but that’s just me. The days of BG being at the old Nashville is Talking is over. And with blogs monetizing (which I plan to do as well. Call me a sell out and also, if you know how to do technically groovy things, let me know) things are changing.

We create our own brand. True story, an A-Lister that will remain unnamed told me I was too all over the place. I thought about that because if an A-Lister said it, it has to be true. Right?

Well, wrong actually.

I thought about it and finally determined that for me, I like being all over the place. I’m okay with that. As long as I do this as a hobby, I will do what I want to. If I get paid, I’ll blog about whatever the entities paying me want me to write about. Until that time, you are stuck with liberal politics, Bigfoot, Zombies, goofy pictures and life in Hoots.

As for the black widow bitch of a spider that chomped on my foot. Well, my leg this morning does feel like it’s going to fall off but I don’t have the big gaping wound that some folks get. Last year, Killa got bit on her upper thigh and let it go several hours. Bless her heart, that girl was illing and I was worried about her. After seeing her and her hubby struggle with it all (he got bit too), I decided to go in to the doctor immediately. I think I’m going to have a luckier time but it hurts more today than yesterday. Back to drug therapy as this is a bit more painful than I had imagined.

Did I mention I hate spiders?

I did. Well, I’m repeating myself.

Blogging is about being a modern day pamphleteer making your ideas flow. Be it a discipline to communication or writing, promoting yourself or banging the drum for your cause.

You aren’t going to please everyone but if you please yourself, you win. And it it moves to another level, then that, my friends, is of the good.

Now, go see Bobblehead George in Greece. My gift to you.