Here I go, getting all philosophical on your ass (I had to spell check philosophical, so how philosophical could I be, really?). Fear not. This post is not a provocative, ethereal, metaphysical debate of the tired old tree question.
It is more about this.
And what the two have to do with each other.
Which is nothing.
This is where the deep philosophical, metaphysical, who gives a shizacal ,what the helleverisical part comes in :
If a blog that was inspired by décor has become more about things like, oh, say, Japanese guys in sperm suits, then what is that blog about?
I think my blog and I are having an identity crisis.
Who are we, my blog and I? We are not Mommy bloggers, or Tech Gurus. We do not know much about politics or cuisine. We certainly could not give advice about relationships. We can never remember the names of celebrities, and fashion at the New Digs is more about the don’ts than the do's.
We are about nothing. Like Seinfeld, only not as funny, and without as many friends. Therefore, not like Seindfeld at all, really.
Instead of Tobi et al, perhaps we should be Tobi ithoutway ausecay