The Gangnam Goat Shake? March 6, 2013Posted by jeneypeney in bloggers do it best, i'm a moron, pop culture, what the hell.
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As a member of Generation Y, I like to do my peers proud and stay up-to-date with the latest in pop-cultural and internet sensations.
Leroy Jenkins, Duck Face, Condescending Wonka, McKayla in Not Impressed… I fully bought in to all of them. I read, watched, and subscribed to every page and video. I would reference them in my everyday conversations. I shared them on Facebook, added them to my Tumblr feed, and e-mailed them to my Dad because I knew my Mom just wouldn’t understand.
Then something happened… and it all started with a guy from South Korea riding an imaginary horse like someone from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
While I wasn’t the biggest fan of Gangnam Style, I understood how the absurdity of the whole video and slightly catchy tune of the song would attract the attention and admiration of a population of individuals who gave life to shows like Teen Mom and Jersey Shore.
But soon after, The Harlem Shake happened.
And folks…. I just don’t get it.
I mean, humping the air and flailing your arms around does not a Harlem Shake make. I’m not even sure how this became a thing? It is supposed to be funny? Is there some kind of joke I am missing out on? Am I just getting old? Why don’t I understand?!?!
(Don’t even get me started on Screaming Goats. That shit’s just annoying.)
So if someone could please – for the love of all that is holy – explain these things to me?
I’ll be here waiting on the porch telling all the kids to get off my lawn…
Sour Milk February 28, 2013Posted by jeneypeney in bloggers do it best, life.
“I have tried to do this blogging thing many times before… probably too many times to be proud of. I never fail to sort of putter out and the blog dies with all the honor and bravado of a raccoon attempting to cross the expressway.” – JeneyPeney, January 29th, 2009
Aaaaaand…. remember when I allowed this blog to do just what I hoped it never would?
Yea. About that.
If I am being honest here, I must say I truly miss blogging. I miss having a creative outlet to exercise my writing skills. Or lack thereof. Whatever.
I miss the all those wonderful connections I made with blogger friends around the world. I miss going about my everyday life and having those, “This is TOTALLY blog-able!” moments.
I miss it.
Although to be fair, I have had plenty of those “Ah-HA!” moments when something so incredible or giggle-worthy or just plain ridiculous happens and the wheels begin to turn. I start to compose the draft in my head and mentally note the quirky and humorous descriptions I could use. Typically, though, these grand ideas end up on Tumblr or abbreviated in a Facebook status update. I have begun to cop-out and sell myself short in the social media world. I actually actively avoid pulling together a blog post and settle for the easy way out.
I hate that I do this.
I want to blog again. I want to write about my life’s shenanigans and my husband’s great one-liners. I want to tell you all about EVERYTHING! Just like I used to do on my little corner of the internet I liked to call my Fish Bowl.
But lately… I found I couldn’t do it.
You see, two years ago I received some serious backlash from a former friend of mine in real life resulting from a post I wrote. The post was just a reflection on some current happenings – much like 99% of my posts. And I wasn’t picking on anyone in particular nor was I trying to start any kind of fight – much like 99% of my posts. The content hit a nerve with this individual, though. And rather than confronting me about it in a mature manner and asking what I meant exactly, they completely flew off the handle, sent me a very passive-aggressive text message, and decided I was personally attacking them in my blog.
This exact moment began the downturn of our relationship as well as the start of my reluctance to blog anymore. That whole scenario left me with this terrible, awful bad taste in my mouth. Much like inadvertently chugging down sour milk without hesitating at the weird smell when you opened the carton.
And now, every time I open up WordPress to blog again, I panic about what I am writing, who is reading it, and how they will perceive the words on their screen. Basically, I take one look at the milk jug, gag, and shut the fridge.
(Not to mention a slew of people at work discovered my blog and I acquired in-laws and this blog isn’t quite as anonymous as it used to be.)
I’ll bet you are beginning to wonder what the point of this post is? Well, I had been thinking about scrapping this blog entirely and starting over. Gutting the whole thing. Completely starting fresh and forgetting this blog ever happened.
Then I read this post by Renee and I realized that was a bit of an overreaction. It’s not like I’m the first blogger in the universe to have a bridge burned because of a post they probably shouldn’t have published. It’s not like I will be the last. After all, the internet is a public domain and you are putting yourself at risk for issues like mine to arise when you display yourself for all to see.
So instead, I have decided to re-vamp my Fish Bowl. I cleaned out the gravel, replaced the filter, and put in fresh water.
I may not blog as often as I used to. My content may not be as ridiculous as it used to be. But I am reclaiming my ground here. This is MY blog and it is MY corner of the interwebs. No more being scared of sour milk and backlash.
“Hello, everyone! My name is Jeney. That’s pronounced more like “Jenny” as in Forrest Gump and less like “Genie” as in Aladdin. Heritage wise, it’s supposed to be pronounced like “Ya-nay” due to being 25% Slovak. However, you can just call me Jen. But please don’t call me Jennifer. (Speaking of… if any of you know Jennifer Lawrence personally, hook a sister up!)
It is very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy my blog!”
Legen… wait for it…. DARY! March 28, 2011Posted by jeneypeney in bloggers do it best, i'm a moron, shenanigans, tumblr, twitter.
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So until I get out of this funk
stop pissing and moaning go check me out there.
And although it has nothing to do with Barney Stinson, I will leave you with this. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t love the word Bazinga?