Since I was a kid I have had the most interesting ability to be walking truth serum. Wonder Woman's lasso has nothing on moi, I mention this not to brag (although I don't know if that is necessarily bragging mind you) but to let you know where I am going with this. I have the ability to make people feel like they 'know' me and there is an immediate comfort zone, I get treated like family, not in a faux family way but people feel they can say anything to me and I will still be around. Example? If you told your sister she was an a-hole, she would still be your sister. If you told a friend that than she/he may not be your friend anymore. People always feel they can say/tell me anything (and they do) and that I will be here or that I am here for them. I am pretty much a hermit so I have no idea why I bring this out in the masses but so be it. Being a Blahger has not changed that, in fact as I come to my Blahg and see I have zero to five comments and get sorely disappointed I know that I can open my Blahg email on any given day and have:
It seems that most of my readers (and I consider you all 'friends' really because I like to use that term loosely and it makes me feel popular) decide that they would prefer to email me than leave a comment. I've asked other bloggers I know if this is the norm, because after all what's the 'norm' in the blogosphere? No one else experiences this, so yet again I have to acknowledge my place in the world. I think it would be easier to answer these questions here than there because I am lazy, so here are answers to some of your burning questions, in no particular order (these are real questions, I can not make this stuff up...)Q: What is your real name? A: I don't remember. I kid. My name is Tristan, like Dristan (the nasal spray) with a 'T' or Kristin with a 'T'. Tristan was the male lead character in a tragic love story/opera called 'Tristan and Isolde'. I am neither male nor tragic, but I do like opera.Q: Do you make money blogging and if so how much?A: Yes, people ask me how much I make, it must be my uber professional attitude, absence of typo's and my perfect grammar that make people believe that I can turn prose into cash, right? I don't make money blogging, but I am lazy so I haven't pursued it although I do get asked quite often for my ad rates but since I can't be trusted to answer my emails in a timely manner these requests disappear into the ether. I do have another blog with Jules of Pancakes & French Fries called The Bright Side Project and Jules answers her emails and if you want to run an ad that is a fine place to do it because you can feel really good about it and The Bright Side Project has a wider demographic unlike the Blahg that has a handful of visitors (hi Mom!) Again I kid, I am like in the top ten blogs in Romania according to my Google feed burner--so there. Va multumim frumos! I feel really special, kinda like how David Hasselhoff must feel in Germany. Q: Why is your blog called 'The Blah, Blah, Blahg' but your url is www.leblahg.com?A: Well, the short witty answer is--Have you ever tried typing in Blah, Blah, Blahg? It's a mess! I always develop an extra case of dyslexia when I try to. The truth is somebody else got to it before me, a boy who doesn't even update his blog, sheesh.Q: I want to start a blog too, can you help me, give me advice, write it for me, anything?A. First, I should tell you to do everything the complete opposite of me and you should be on your road to blog success. Second, I pinky promise that I am going to elaborate on this sooner than later and I have some truly AWESOME bloggers that have agreed to participate. I really, really want to because I must get a gajillion emails with this question every day and because I don't answer my emails in a timely fashion you must think I ignore them and understand what the 'B" in Miss B really stands for. I am not ignoring you, never uh uh.Q: When are you getting married, it seems like you have been engaged forever?
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I will get married when the Fancy is gainfully employed. No let me start again, I will get married when hell freezes over. No that's not it either, hmm? I will get married when I am ready. I quite like having a Fancy, it feels so fancy and people coo and awe and fawn over me. Me likey. The Fancy says we should get married before I turn 40. I will think about it, but sooner than later I will make an honest man out of him. You Romanian lasses don't get any ideas, the neurotic man that looks like a male model is mine all mine..
Q: Where do you live?A. When I was dating I didn't mind stalkers, at least that was a guy that I knew could commit (bah dah dum) but now that i have snared my man I don't have a need for stalkers anymore so answering that might give certain people the wrong impression. I do live on earth, this much I can tell you and I have already shared that I live in the world's tiniest apartment where elves feel claustrophobic and refuse to visit. Okay, I live in La La Land but not because I chose to, I was born here and am too lazy to move.
I hope that answers a few of your burning questions and I have single handily wiped out the need to answer 815 of those emails in one feel swoop. I know there are many others (about 999 more) that I need to address and I will--in due time, because I am good like that...
