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Lazy Time Reblog Sunday: Draw My Life by Swoozie

Adande Thorne, AKA Swoozie!
I always feel like I'm last to the party. Like to the point where it's 4 a.m. and the other guests are long gone and the host is all, "Party's over, bub. And hey, did I even invite you? Who the hell are you, anyway?" It's my own fault that I wait until the last minute to show up, or even bother to show up at all. That's how I feel about blogging, Facebook, YouTube, and pretty much life in general.

I started my blog in 2005 when everyone had one, and even then, it was starting to get old. The whole idea of blogging, I mean. I don't even know what possessed me to start Doomtown, but I did. And I updated. Sporadically. I think I even went an entire year without writing an entry. Because...my life is so...full? Maybe I knew you guys needed a break from my constant whining.

I get half a dozen of these a day on Facebook. Don't know why.


When Facebook came out in 2006, I had no intention of joining. I had enough distractions in my life without being barraged by a million Farmville requests. But in 2010, my big Sis convinced me to join up. Probably because of Farmville. Or one of those games I no longer play. Now everybody's into Facebooking to the point where it's no longer "cool". At least, that's what I've heard. They're into Twitter now, and yes, I do have an account, and I do use it. Sort of. I post stuff without really keeping up with everyone else's tweets. It's like being in a huge room where everyone is screaming so loud to be heard over everyone else that you can't hear anyone. Much like Facebook.

Then I found out about "vlogging". YouTube has been around at least ten years now and, for the most part, I knew people downloaded videos and stuff, but I was a little fuzzy on why you would need to have your own channel. Or why everyone who had a channel had a subscribe button. I had never downloaded anything before. I didn't see the point since cameras are afraid of me. But eventually, I discovered that there were these channels with ordinary people putting up ordinary stuff, just telling other people about their lives. It was like blogging, but with video.

And no I will NEVER do that. Of course, that's what I said about Twitter. And Facebook. And Blogging.

What I will do is keep checking for updates from my favorite channels, like tadelesmith, Wisecrack, and Swoozie. For those of you who don't know about Swoozie, you really, really need to check him out. His animated video blogs are hilarious and uplifting and far from ordinary. In honor of my promise NEVER to start a vlog or anything of the like, I'm dedicating this week's Lazy Time Reblog Sunday to Adande Thorne, or Swoozie, as he likes to be called. You can find him on Facebook, Twitter, and of course, YouTube.

Keep on vlogging Adande!



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