Dooced

Tuesday, March 30th, 2004 | Culture Clash

To be‘dooced’ is to have your weblog revealed to your offline world. Ms Dooce is in fact, a rather witty lass who simply tells about her life with an amusing spin. (*plug) Her name, however, has become general net-slanguage for being ‘outted’, after she had one of the first rather public ‘Doocings’ in recorded internet history. It wasn’t pleasant. She set a trend in such a fine way that people identify her cool with something that is totally uncool.

To say that Squashedfrog has been Dooced is rather pointless, considering that the bulk of the traffic that ever swings by here comes from my offline life to begin with. It’s never really been an issue… As a rule, I dont blog about really personal matters and I try and veer away from shit that happens at work. On the whole, my life isn’t that amusing, and I rarely find fault with any of my family or friends. Besides, if I blogged about Beloved (HI SWEETIE! - I know he reads this…) I’d have to OK it with him before I let the world in on the secrets that happen behind closed doors.

So my blog rolls on, rather blandly, but unique enough for me to claim it as my own. However, due to the reality of the online/offline situation, I cant actually blog about really personal matters, especially considering that some of these matters may actually involve people who may actually read this blog. Which is a bit of an arse, y’know, considering that this is my online turf, and I -should- be able to say what I feel.

Alas. It is not the case.

Were I to say what I felt and if involved persons were to stumble upon this, then I may get strung up on the nearest light post and left to dangle til my feet stopped twiching. So, I have to hold my tongue about the finer details, but my life is soon to change. How fast those changes happen is a matter totally out of my control. I just hope they happen sooner, rather than later. My life, with 5/7ths of it spent pining for Beloved, is making me miserable.

Next time I have a bright idea to start a blog, i’m going to keep the URL a secret, m’kay.

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