"Oh, you have a blog?"

If you're not a closet blogger, you might have to deal this holiday season with probing questions from people who have no clue what a blog actually is. In situations like these, it is important to know what wannabe hipsters think blogs are all about. Thankfully, there is Time Magazine, always having one finger on America's pulse, and another up George Bush's ass. In the latest issue, Time notes 10 things they learned about blogs this year. This includes:
Bloggers Make Money Earn a living in your pajamas! Online ads (along with Google's automated ad server) allow popular bloggers to go pro. Joshua Micah Marshall of, a political blog, says he makes $5,000 a month from banner ads—enough to hire a research assistant.
This is especially helpful for those bloggers (like myself) who have enough questions to answer about why they can't find permanent employment. "Oh, you write a blog?" says Uncle Mind Your Own Damn Business, "How much money do you make a month? How many research assistants have you hired?" Perhaps the best way to answer questions like this is to defer to your pet:
Pets Have Blogs Too It started as an in-joke among feline-friendly bloggers: why not post pictures of their cats every Friday afternoon? Friday catblogging became a hit, and soon even NASA was playing along by posting pictures of the Cat's Eye nebula.
And if your relatives and friends are still taking you seriously by this point, they'll probably stop after reading this:
Blogging Can Get You Fired When Delta flight attendant Ellen Simonetti, 30—a leggy blond and self-styled "queen of the sky"—began her blog, she thought it would be fun to post pinup snapshots of herself in uniform. Delta wasn't amused and promptly fired her. Undaunted, Simonetti retitled the blog Diary of a Fired Flight Attendant and detailed her legal battle to get her job back.
As for me, I'll be winging it this year. Last year, I told everyone I wrote Eschaton, and people were really impressed. Unfortunately, I can't use that this year, so I think I'll say that I was on the front-lines of Rathergate, which in my extended family will probably be considered a badge of honor.