Welcome Back Miss Martin

And it sure is good to be back, thank you University.

But, I can’t believe how professional I am meant to be now. Having to actually have a professional sounding email. Honestly, how many K Martin’s are in this world? I’ll be lucky if I can be able to NOT add a number to the end of my username.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll be more than delighted to dive my nose into those books, but generally with professionalism, there’s a sense of acting very mature. How mature is someone who laughs at every silly event that occurs in front of her eyes? Well, nobody knows quite sure, but first impressions mean a lot. And that idea scares me. Sure, everyone loves a good sense of humour – well, they should do – but not everyone loves the wisecrack who’s got a “witty” response to everything.

Oh well, at least I still have my back-up “This might just make me rich…” hobby.

Please Stamp “FAIL” Onto My Forehead.

If you are reading this post, you will be the unfortunate soul who was falsely promised the blog equivalent of sunshine and cookies… Whatever that may be.

Why am I writing this post now, you ask? Even I am not sure… I could call it a distraction from last-minute essay writing, but that would make the situation sound a whole lot worse in my opinion. So instead, this is going to be what I would call my reason as to why people in the media should not be expected to write a blog.

Firstly, to let me get it out of my system: A blog, in short, is an on line diary. That sentence is the summary of everything you are about to hear, so if you feel some arguments are being repeated, it’s merely because the arguments on the whole are saying just that sentence. And so, to the all important reasons why one should not keep a blog.

Usually, when one owns a blog/diary/journal/spam-folder, (I don’t know what they’re calling them these days), they do it as a hobby more than anything else. I understand that there are some people who do use a blog as part of their job, but to me it seems somewhat immoral, and the apparent stories that employees of the BBC MUST have a blog? Don’t make me laugh! To me, it’s all just rubbish, (actually, I’m starting to fear that it might actually be the truth). But what is rubbish is the argument that publishing a blog is an infringement of ones privacy. So, let’s discuss that further…

First things first, If anybody does honestly believe that their human rights are violated by blogs, the chances are that they are ignorant and stupid, (those two words mix well, like rhubarb and custard). In fact, I am more than happy to share senseless unimportant details to strangers over the Internet, more so if said strangers are all in Australia, where my chances of meeting them face-to-face are extremely slim.

However, the point I’m trying to make is that while it is my choice to write down what I feel is appropriate, those who consciously make the choice to witness my blog only to be disgusted, simply should not go near the comments box. “Flaming” generally is an Internet no-no, I just wish stupidity was a more official one.

Finally, there’s the point that is that people are easily forgetful. My previous blogs have shown this in the most colourful of manners. Yes, I’m afraid I am posing a small and debatable-in-importance question of how often one must update their blog. As far as I see it, there’s two different approaches to begin with. The first one is updating by impulse, (which is my favoured option, as you see), and the other is by routine.

I can imagine 75% of the world in favour of the routine option, but then there’s the case of the time span between each update. Weekly? Fortnightly? Monthly? Knowing me, I’d probably do the weekly, because I’ll have forgotten about it every month and I tend to visit the same sites all the time so my Internet browsing is in itself a routine, why not chuck an extra item in?

So there you have it, the three main reasons why people argue that one simply cannot have a blog, except in a way I’ve defended it at the same time. Don’t ask me how or why, I was never any good at debates.

So now I shall conclude this tediously long ramble of an entry with the two most ironic things about the previous rant: Firstly, I posted something anti-blog on a blog, take a moment to think about that if you need to. Secondly, after letting out some steam with that rant, I actually want to keep this blog now. Reverse psychology? I think so too.

Kx

P.S – Hmm, I should really start working on those essays now… (Just joking!)

Oh, sh-!

I am so worried about this 6-minute film project we’re doing at the moment. One main reason being I was stupid enough to sprain my ankle the night before the first day of shooting. (It bloody hurt, if you wanted to know.)

Now, I shouldn’t feel as nervous as the director, for obvious reasons, but I’m in charge of the sound. It’s like one part of the holy trinity of a film. I suppose in some respects this makes me like the goddess of sound with my holy smiteful… gun mic. Wow, that sounds so threatening.

The worst part is how am I going to get my sister to make her beautiful music? Or how am I and the editor even going to get into Weymouth House? Will we be able to get those fob keys? Hmm…

Note to self: need to reserve £5 for said fob key. Oh, also to get more reading done. Damn reading.

Oh dear Lord…

You know it’s never good when you forget your own username to a site, let alone the password!

 BUT I must remember to update this blog and add interesting anecdotes about what I’ve learned in these past 6 months! (Whoa, half a year already?)

 So yeah, not much of an interesting blog I know, but maybe next time we’ll have an interesting theory.

Kx

Well… Here we go…

Yes, indeed.
It’s a blog.
By me.
Kibbo.

I suppose in other words what I was trying to say here was “Hello everyone out there… It’s just me! Nothing to worry about…”
But who’s the one worrying? Me or you?
Sorry, I like riddle moments.

Yeah, I think just a quick ‘Hi’ will do for now… Especially as I’m writing this at half 1 in the morning. What happened to the nights where a 2AM bedtime was natural for me? I miss them so. Now I’m struggling to stay awake past midnight. I’m like the worst student ever.

Most likely say something more interesting later,
Kx