Despite my grand plans to become a blogger extraordinaire (and more redesigns of this page than Facebook), it is clearly evident Like This, Want That has fallen onto hard times. Brimming with enthusiasm and verve in early January I may have been, but just one month in and I’m instead brimming with inertia. Even my pledged dedication to Twitter has gone by the way side – perhaps because the only things I ever really see in my news feed is sparkling, ‘intelligent’ conversation between Lauren Laverne, India Knight and Caitlin Moran – guaranteed to make me feel positively inane in comparison.
Still, there is one bastion of social networking I have a spark of interest left in: Instagram. To the uninitiated (and non-iPhone users), this clever little app turns your photos into works of art (kinda), thanks to a multitude of filters, shading options and customisation tools. The only unfortunate side effect of creating these beautiful pictures is that they all get posted to a ‘wall’, and become available for any of Instagram’s millions of users to view – should they happen to be interested in my obsessive snapping of cake. Users can then follow you –and, of course, it’s only polite to follow them back. So once again I’m caught up in a race to acquire more ‘followers’, ‘friends’ or ‘fans’ – and it’s hard, bloody work, requiring me to ‘like’ stranger’s pictures, reply to comments about my own, and post artfully shot images of quirky or beautiful situations. So basically no pissed-up pics of a night out on the lash, goddamn it.
Some of my more ‘artful’ attempts are below.
Yours truly
My final word on the matter relates directly to the subject of this blog. What on earth is it about? And if I don’t know that yet, I fear for its future. At least this post has gone someway to shake me out of my lethargy. Which can only be a good thing.
Let's just hope my next posting has a little more direction...
