Does Anyone Care About My Blog?

I know for a fact that it’s a dumb question. I care about my blog, and that’s all that really matters.

But I get the feeling it’s a question a lot of people ask. What do you have to do to feel important? To be noticed, to be read. I know my thoughts are interesting, but does anyone else know that?

I know that seems silly, because it is.

At the end of the day, who cares, for the vast majority of people, this is a hobby, one they’ll probably eventually stop, and there isn’t anything wrong with that.

The fact of the matter is, we’re writers, we may not be paid to write, but we are publishing content that is just as important as a best selling novel. I really mean that. Not everything has to be noticed to mean something.

There are ways though, to try and ‘beat the trend’. Tags are your friend, use them. Social media is something to invest in. Be active in updating your blog.

Yet, if this is just a hobby, don’t stress.

This really could be its own job. You have to be your own marketing team, manager, writer, graphic design artist, ect. Each one on their own is a job. So don’t feel bad, if you’re not doing that.

You can get bogged down in all that stuff. If this is a hobby, just focus on your website. Unfortunately the internet isn’t what it was. Everyone used to have their own website, now people have a Facebook page. The internet changed, it most likely will again. It’s such a changing environment, I don’t see the internet of today staying the way it is forever.

If you look at your stats sheet and you feel discouraged, don’t. That’s not what matters, all that matters, is that you did something.

Failure is never in trying, it’s the absence of action, then you’ve truly lost.

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Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid (1982) Review:

[This review contains spoilers]

I didn’t enjoy this film. There, I said it.

It’s far too slow, it doesn’t really go anywhere and Nazis appear randomly at the end. That probably sounds funny, depending on your sense of humour. At least, it’s supposed to be. Noir and Comedy are rarely two genres that cross paths. Yet that’s the very crux of this film.

Steve Martin plays Rigby Reardonm whose very motto is to stay away from women. He can screw them, but heaven forbid he cares for one. Then walks in Juliet Forrest (played by Rachel Ward), a beautiful woman that happens to faint in their first meeting.

Rigby catches her, but don’t mistake him for a gentleman, he is anything but. Kissing a woman whilst she’s unconscious is hardly romantic, but this film plays it off as a gag.

Everything is too serious in this film. They try to be funny, but without ever winking at the camera. The plot is a mess, jumping from one story to the next. Rigby gets shot several times, only to have Juliet pull a bullet out with her teeth like some sort of magician.

This happens several times throughout the film. Rigby gets drugged by women, several times as well. The romantic aspect is stale. There is very little truly exciting that ever gets this film going. Even the climax is underwhelming, with a halfhearted chase scene.

Only thing that saves this film is the way they integrate a whole bunch of older films throughout its run. It cuts back and forth between actors that today are long since dead in an interesting and sometimes funny way. I get the feeling if you’ve seen all those other older films, this one might be funnier. Without those references, it’s hard to say. I haven’t watched the majority of those 1940s and 50s films shown to know.

I think it’s an interesting gimmick that this film does, but it’s too bad it isn’t enough.

The thing is, Steve Martin is a good actor and in other roles, has been very funny. Just not in this film.

This is one you can miss, it’s stale, and with a barely noteworthy trick.