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Pretentious, Self-Righteous Essays. Isn't that just what a blog is, anyway?
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As some of you may know, I used to be part of a circle of friends that referred to itself as Misfortunate. Contrary to popular belief, this wasn’t because we actually considered ourselves “misfortunate”. Considering who was in the group, I cannot be surprised if anyone believed that it was. It was just that we communicated via a forum that was at redmond.misfortunate.org. We all went to the same high school, you see: Father John Redmond.
On this site, we did fun things like insult each other while we argued about religion, politics, and current affairs. We dissected minutia. We posted fun math problems. We hosted one MisFortunate Short Story Festival (which was supposed to be the first of many) where we submitted and voted on a theme, wrote and anonymously submitted 2000-word stories based on said theme, and then voted not anonymously for a winner. (I was the winner!) We planned upcoming documentary nights, then commented on them. We planned our annual visits to Montreal. This was the first year in many that it didn’t happen.
You won’t be able to find this site now. It has migrated many times since inception (circa 2003), had different admins, has gone through several facelifts and upheavals, been broken and fixed, etc… Anyway, this is hardly relevant. The only point to be made is that the name of this blog is stolen. (Thanks, Dave). It is the name of my favourite category heading from redmond.misfortunate.org. Pretentious, Self-Righteous Essays. Isn’t that just what a blog is? So here mine begins.
- Author: Carolyn Ursabia
- Listed in: Development and Growth Personal Development
- Tags: self-indulgence pretentiousness cursabia ursabiac dissectingminutia
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