Suburban Oblivion asked me a lot of questions in response to the “Ask me anything (almost)” post and while those questions were great I’m sure she was trying wind me up as many of the answers wouldn’t be suitable for the Fuelmyblog blog.
Still, in amongst her attempt to make me red faced was this little gem of a question:
Why did you start your first blog, and what was your first post about?
I wrote my first official blog post back on the 7th of April 2004, yet, unlike SylvieD, I wasn’t inspired to start my own blog.
It was something that evolved out of my online activities at the time. Back in 2004 I was very active on the internet and had a number of now defunct sites which I used to promote my graphic work (I was big into doing CGI then) and the crappy little computer games I used to write.
My web sites were diverse and one of them was actually a personal “online journal” which I manually updated by adding in new pages of HTML code.
It lacked any kind of commenting or interaction. It was simple a journal for me and people could read it if they wanted to.
I moved to a blog platform in April of 2004 because of the convenience. The ability to put my thoughts out there without having to spend time creating a html page and then uploading it and manually creating and updating the linking structure of my site drew me in.
This was what I was already doing. It was just easier.
I didn’t stay with my original blog host long.
Like most bloggers, once I became comfortable with the medium I wanted bigger and better things and headed off in search of greener pastures.
I guess that, just like making the move from manually updated html to a blog platform, as we grow as bloggers we want more and more flexibility and more freedom.
Looking back now at some of my early posts it amazed me to see how much my writing style has changed and evolved. I also can see that back in those early days of blogging I was a very different style of blogger.
My blogging was a lot more personal. A lot more of who I am came through in my writing.
It may be something for me to work on to attempt to brink some of that older writing style back into what I do today.
So, what was my first post called?
Well, rather unimaginatively it was called:
The first entry…
I know! I really expended a lot of brain cells on that one!
With that in mind here it is! My first blog post from April 7th 2004:
Well, what do you know… after years of surfing the net, I have finally taken the plunge and decided to start my own blog.
Maybe now, I’ll finally have a place to order my thoughts, or just drive all you poor people mad out there… LOL…
Well, this is the first of many I hope. anybody who ready this today might want to check out my website… it’s still under construction… And is causing me no end of nightmares…
But more on that later eh?
What about you guys? What was your first blog post about and how have you evolved as a blogger since then?
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good question Paul…this is quite embarrassing for me I just took a look at my first post and I can say that as a blogger I have not evolved
I still posting pics with very little writing lol!
My first blog was as a guest on my sons blog, the original Papersurfer……. and here it is [ well you did ask] :-
I apologise for the tardiness of my long awaited guest blog (a brilliant idea I must say) but I had to go to Northiam to pick up a cage with a dead budgie in it, bring it home and put it in the freezer. Not the cage of course, that would be silly - it’s a long story……anyway here we go…
Avid readers my blog is entitled…
My family and Mac
Number 1 son has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which causes him to disappear for months at a time. Number 2 son, aka Papersurfer, has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which is fairly predictable except when surf’s up .
My wife (Lo, she is a terrible Goddess), has a brain the size of a planet, the orbit of which obeys no scientific principle. I have a brain the size of a planet, a small planet the size and texture of a marrowfat pea, the orbit of which is stationary. It has been weighed. It has been measured. It has been found wanting. Mac is our computer. It has a mind of it’s own. It’s probably got an orbit but it won’t let me in on it.
Number 1 son has no relationship with Mac because he’s very PC.
My wife’s (Lo, she is a terrible Goddess) relationship with Mac doesn’t quite invoke the green eyed monster in me, but they do get on awfully well. She has built websites, created spread sheets larger than the garden, got Mac to remind me to empty the dustbin on Fridays and I’m sure I spotted him putting some washing in the machine the other day. My relationship with Mac is OK, although I’m sure he would like to do more than send emails for me or allow me to read the excellent papersurfer blog.
Number 2 son’s relationship with Mac is complicated and borders on the neurotic. Not all Macs; indeed it was on his suggestion that we went down the Mac road as he thought it most suitable for people with ‘limited abilities’. When Papersurfer is out of the country Mac behaves beautifully. Fast, responsive and eager to please. Sometimes he sulks of course but a session on the naughty step, achieved by disconnecting him from the national grid, always does the trick. He returns with a spring in his step, almost drooling over the desk. When Papersurfer enters the house, Mac knows - he goes slow however hard you boot him. He sulks, applications quit or won’t quit, all the pictures on iPhoto turn sepia and he changes the password for the connection to our internet provider. Papersurfer goes puce. He stares like a man possessed. He throws things. He stamps and cries. He blames me.I have tried to explain to him that everything in the world responds to love and respect and that you have to have a real understanding of how things operate to get the best from them but to little avail. [I had to explain to both my sons how CDs work relating it to the molecular structure of clay - they both took it in - actually laughed, it was so much fun] I think that, for the time being, I’ll keep Mac & Papersurfer separated. I don’t like seeing either of them upset, particularly Mac.
That’s it for the moment. I’ve just noticed it’s time for Countdown, followed by Deal or No Deal and then Richard and Judy. It doesn’t get much better than this!
Possibly look forward to ‘ The absolute necessity of not speaking foreign languages’
……. apart from not knowing how to upload a piccy - not much has changed really ….. oh dear
28th February 2007
I can still remember my first blog. I had used a free blogging platform but now I have come a long ways since blogger.
@sylvied: So, you’re a visual/photo blogger. Maybe the question is, have the pictures improved? It doesn’t have to be about writing
As Daddy P siad ‘you did ask’??
30/4/07
Hi
This is what you may call a brave new world to me (as I imagine it is with a lot of you here?)
I have been introduced to ‘Blogworld’ by a friend … who along the line I will link to but just now I want to keep on my feet without the aid of a safety net.
This friend who has tempted me here will laugh his socks off as he knows so well how bad I am at typing………. hey I can’t help it if my fingers are slower than this razor sharp brain of mine!
Any way cutting to the chase …… this Blog is dedicated to the 40 somethings around here.
It all started when I found some diaries of mine in the loft the content of which I had quite forgotten, dated from C1974 intermittent to the 1980s
(& if my daughter, who is of a similar age to the first diary, finds out I am doing this, then I am well in the doo dar!!’ I was far wilder than she is, whether I will have the guts to write how wild I was … we will see! )
This tonight is my venture into cyberspace introduction …. the reading and translation of diaries (by me), the typing (by me .. god help you ) and the spin (lol by me) will follow when I can get on here (refer back … teenager in my house + MSN = I can’t get on here! )
See you all soon ……………….. If Life on Mars did it than so can I
70s teen
p.s. of course the names have been changed to protect the innocent …. or maybe the not so innocent!
Back to now I am not sure I have got any better/evolved … & as you all know the typos certainly haven’t lol
I’ve never ’siad’ anything of the sort ……… tee hee and how apt ……….
Well, now that I’m back from the beach, no worse the wear, I’m trying to catch up on things. As such, here’s my first post (ahem):
“I understand that picking up trash cans and dumping their various contents into the rear of your filthy truck in the sultry summer heat of Memphis is probably not how you would prefer to spend your adult life. Hell, I get annoyed just wheeling the damn trash can down the driveway to the curb, so I can only imagine the chagrin and vexation associated with a daily obligation to hauling other people’s waste. That perhaps you should have given more thought earlier in life to your future profession is a discussion best suited for another occasion, however.
I’ve always felt there was an unspoken agreement, nay, a bond, between us, we two kindred spirits. I wheel my garbage can to the curb, and you dump it in your truck, replace the empty can from whence it came, and merrily hop onto the back of the truck (I must admit I’ve always been jealous of this particular perk of your position) and zoom away to bigger and better garbage piles. In addition, should I have too much garbage for our one allotted can, I will neatly stack that garbage alongside the can, presumably also to be collected. Of course, should we ever physically cross paths, I am also obligated to offer (and provide, if so desired) cold beverages to you and yours, in gratitude for your fair deeds.
Recently, however, my trust in our relationship was betrayed, shattered even, perhaps beyond repair. I will concede that, as a result of my roommates and I having recently moved in, our house produced a somewhat larger amount of garbage than others on the block. In anticipation of your added difficulties in removing such a heap, I painstakingly stacked every piece of trash on the curb, held tightly in place by the can on one side and the utility pole on the other, so not one piece should fall into the street and cause untold devastation. Imagine my surprise upon returning home from work to find that, though you had diligently cleared the curb of all stacked debris, the garbage can, while showing clear signs of being moved around the curb so as to access the surrounding refuse, had been ignored and thus remained at full capacity.
While I truly would like to extend to you the benefit of the doubt and consider the possibility that you simply did not notice a large green trash can so full the lid remained at a forty-five degree angle, thus proudly showcasing its contents to anyone even happening to glance in its general direction, I’m simply having difficulty doing so and am more inclined to believe you ignored it, perhaps out of spite for our excessive contribution to your daily load.
And, while that response is certainly understandable to a certain degree, two things here are noteworthy: First, because of you we now have, for a full seven steamy days until your next scheduled arrival, a container full of festering filth that will no doubt become nothing less than an appalling olfactory affront for both us and our neighbors. Needless to say, since it is also difficult to cease the production of waste in a household, we will be forced to find a new receptacle in your absence. The second albeit more important note is this: It is your job to pick up anything and everything, within reason, that I decide to wheel, shove, drag, or throw out to the curb, so please do everyone involved a small favor and please Pick Up Our Damn Trash.
Sincerely,
Pete
PS: Knock on the door next time, I’ll have a cold one waiting for you-”
The garbage men, in case you’re wondering, are now quite friendly to us, ever since I put together a little care package for the whole crew.
Now back to crafting stupidly long sentences…
-The Rev.
@Daddy Papersurfer:
rofl …. see I was right nothing has changed !!
My first post was a question.
“What am I doing here?”
I’d been widowed for 6 months and just didn’t know what I was going to do next with my life. I was sure that I needed a new direction. Had no plan.
Have I grown since then? Well I am certainly not where or who I was, so I guess the answer is - yes.
My first post, not quite a year ago, was a review of the book The Supremes’ Greatest Hits.
My first was this:
Today is April 15th. I got up at 4:30 this morning, course I do that most days. Fixed a cup of hot tea and some apple juice for honeypie. Gave him his pills which he hates to take. This is the end of the fourth week of him quitting smoking. He is doing good. Finally got him off to work and then fixed Brook’s lunch. She is going to the Railroad Museum today and wanted to take her lunch. I fixed her sandwich and cut it with a cookie cutter shaped like an umbrella. That will surprise her. After I got her up and she got ready for school I read her a book about a dog that ran the Iditarod race. It caused me to tear up. The dog had so much heart. The name of it was Aliksa or something like that. After that on to the internet! Read a few mails and went to play Word Whomp Whackdown, like that game.
I wish that the ground would dry up. I want to get my garden in. It is a fairly big garden that I put in every year. I am hoping I find someone to till it up that has a tractor with a pull tiller. if not the next week I will start tilling it with my hand tiller. I love getting out there and working in my garden. It always makes me feel good.
Well I have to go now. Need to get to bank and Walmart. Cats are hungry!
I am a newbie to blogging. I started blogging a month(and a half)back only so, I can say much about evolving. But I have met some amazing people through blogging. Here is my first post-
I have always been fond of cute and small pot belly of my boyfriend . I have looked forward to sleeping on it when I am feeling low or rubbing my nose on it when I want to cuddle up. But, recently I came across an article published by BBC news which stated that people with even a small pot belly are at a higher risk of increasing a heart disease. Beer drinking, and eating late meals are a few reasons that cause pot bellies. Scratcher,the tum boyfriend, is both a late meal eater and a beer aficionado! Now after reading this I need to help him avoid doing both the things, and also I need to send him to the gym so that he can exercise his stomach muscles to shrink the little soft bag.
But what about me? Have these scientists no heart?Why do they need to publish such stuff. I was better off as an ignorant.Where will I shrink my face when I will feel very low? Miss you Tum Pum! Sniff Sniff!!