Why yes, it IS bigger on the inside!

You know when you go to some historical re-enactment kind of event and you feel kinda nerdy because you like watching the Pony Express riders going back and forth and giggle when one dude tries to sell you miracle elixir? And then you know when they fire a cannon or burn a brothel and you feel kinda justified because, hey, this shit is pretty cool after all?

This post isn't about that. 

This post is about when you go to said historical-type event and enjoy yourself immensely until you go into a store and see a life-size cardboard cutout of a TARDIS. And suddenly your life is no longer complete because you don't own a life-size cardboard cutout of a TARDIS.

This is my (slightly creepy) I'm-excited-because-I-have-a-cardboard-TARDIS face

Yes, I bought a cardboard TARDIS. Yes, I giggle every single time I see it because it makes me furiously happy like only a ridiculous thing like a cardboard TARDIS can. My brain, which should be in full-fledged wedding planning mode because, hello, I'm getting married on Saturday (well, I was getting married on Saturday when I first typed this post. Now I'm already married. Which, ya know, is kinda cool. I'm a wife now, bitches!), is now in full-fledged TARDIS mode. Like when I'm driving to work, but all I'm thinking about is how funny would it be to put the TARDIS in the bathroom while everyone's asleep. Or maybe how dressing Luna up as the Doctor or a Dalek and posing her in front of the TARDIS would make for a fantastic and festive Christmas card. 

Artsy shot of the TARDIS = first place winner in every photography contest.

OR! HOLY BALLS ON THE FACE OF BO, YOU GUYS! Best. Idea. Ever. 

We could ...are you ready for this?... decorate the TARDIS ...you following me here?... for each and every holiday. 

I'm thinking some ghosts and spiderwebs for Halloween...

BOOM! That shit just paid for itself!

The moral of this post: I'm back, bitches, and I have a life-size cardboard cutout of a TARDIS. So expect a lot of  TARDIS-y things from me. A. Freaking. Lot.

A short history of blogging*

A really long time ago, blogs were written on paper. But they weren't called blogs, they were called journals. And they usually weren't shared with anybody else, except sneaky little brothers or nosy parents. Sometimes, really famous people would write really long blogs about themselves and publish them. I think they were called memoirs.

Then computers came along. People started typing their journals in their computer's word processor for no reason other than the fact that things always look more professional when they're typed.

Then Al Gore invented the internet. Online journals started becoming popular. People really seemed to like the idea of sharing their innermost thoughts, desires, embarrassments and break-ups with the rest of the world because people are weird like that. Though nobody really liked reading them because they were sort of depressing.

Somewhere around this time, Live Journal came about. Remember that? You had to have somebody invite you before you could sign up. It was like this exclusive club of sharing. People that had an account thought they were hot shit.

And then somehow the word blog came along. I don't know when, how, where, or why, because I can't be bothered with insignificant details like that. But it did. And then there was Blogger, which is owned by Google, and like most things from Google, widely popular. And people found out that they can post whatever they want--recipes, family secrets, their credit card numbers (though this wasn't necessarily recommended), funny stuff...whatever they felt like, they wrote about. And, surprisingly, people actually liked reading them. And they would comment and be all like, "you're super awesome and I love you. Will you have my puppies?"

And then these bloggers found out they could get paid for it. So they quit their jobs, took their dogs for a walk, and wrote blogs all day.

The end.

*By "history," I really mean "randomly made up crap sprinkled with true things that have absolutely no relevance to the history of blogging." So the title should really read "A short history of randomly made up crap sprinkled with true things that have absolutely no relevance to the history of blogging of blogging." But that title doesn't sound as cool. Please don't use this post as a source in your research paper about the history of blogging. I'd feel really bad for you getting an "F". But if you want to use this as a source in your research paper about awesomeness, go right ahead.