A place where I patiently explain why everyone in the world is mentally ill but me. 1% reality, 99% total BS, 77.54% hysterical hyperbole.
Group exercise instructor and part-time graphic designer.
I didn’t really know what my blog was going to be about–or what blogging even WAS–when my husband encouraged me to start a blog. If I’d had any idea which direction I was going to go, I’d have been able to come up with a much more interesting title than Karlababble, which is just plain boring and sad. My blog is strictly humor, and unfortunately you can’t tell that by glancing at the title. I’d love to change it, but feel like it’s too late, given my reasonably decent readership.
Since June of 2005.
I average around 200 unique hits.
No, it doesn’t. I briefly toyed with Google ads, but they weren’t very good at the time. They’re supposed to be relevant to the top of the current post, but somehow the ‘bot seemed to just be picking up on the words “blog” or “blogspot” or “blogger,” because all the ads had the word blog in them. I wish someone would point me to a better ad system.
A prison escapee, someone who has recently suffered a massive head injury, anyone who has been kicked out of rehab more than 4 times, and anyone over the age of 40 who still lives in his mother’s basement.
Right now I’m 8 and a half months pregnant and haven’t been posting as much as I like to. Normally I like to post twice a week. When I do write a blog post, it takes me 45 minutes to an hour and a half. I have no explanation for why it takes me that long, except that I am incredibly picky about whether I think it’s finally funny enough. If I weren’t so picky about that, I’d be able to post more often.
Because you’re finally getting bored of surfing the interent for porn, and you’re ready for something more.
Don’t write about boring stuff. 98% of the blogs out there are mind-numbing chronicles of tedious daily minutae, as in, “Today I bought a pair of shoes, but they hurt my feet. I’m craving a Snickers bar, but I don’t have change for the vending machine.” If you don’t have something interesting to say, it’s okay to skip posting today. What’s not okay is to put the internet to sleep with your pointless chatter.
This blog can be visited at http://www.karlababble.com/
KB is one of my favourite bloggers, hands down. She’s beautifully demented, a great combination.
She promised me this next child if I gave this article the thumbs up. Fair trade.
I love this blog, although her title is very difficult to say. Karlababble. Try it. Repeat it five times fast. It is impossible. But she is funny.
Ms. Babble’s blog makes me weep tears of joy…Joy upon the realization that my blog is a thousand times more entertaining than hers. That’s The Mighty Blog! Ask for it by name!!
Before I encountered Karla’s blog, I was a hermit cruising the Internet for porn from my mom’s basement. With Karla’s encouragement, I’ve already taken that first step of using the Public Library’s computers instead.
This has opened up a whole new world for me, as I now make a point of grabbing a volume of the Encyclopedia off the shelf everytime I visit the restroom. My new-found ability to discuss everything from Uraguay to Uranus has exposed me to women in a bold new socially-acceptable manner.
I now comprehend that there are many women out there of all types. Before, the only female point-of-reference close to my own age was Karla. Now with every new encounter I’m starting to discover that women CAN be romantic, supportive and even curvy! And I owe it all to Karla and her blog (the name of which escapes me at present).
She truly is funny…and a little warped, but mostly funny. And she sucks, because she looks so good pregnant! But knowing her, it would not surprise me if she has been smoking meth through the entire pregnancy to remain thin!
I think her take on things is original and extremely funny. She’s very entertaining and has a quick, biting wit.
She had me at “The Reckless Urinator”. This blog is great! I was a blog virgin until Karlababble. I hopelessly hooked now.
Most of these commenters are geniuses who really seem to know a lot about good blogging. Dyckerson isn’t such a genius, but I cut him some slack since that horrible incident in which he was sexually assaulted in prison a few years back. But the rest of these folks…geniuses.
Karlababble is required reading for me. I think she’s marvelously gifted.
She hasn’t posted about Ruby lately. Karla’s writing about missing her mom always brings me to tears. I always though I got it, but I didn’t until I lost my own dad a few months back. I always wait to see him in my dreams, too.
I know this isn’t funny – see why I need to read Karlababble? (And don’t ever change the name – it’s perfect.)
Good luck with the baby. The second one is just as fabulous as the first.
Her sense of humour is unmatched. I wish she had more time in the day to blog. I think she’s brilliant.
I love this gal!
She may be funnier than I am but, I wish her no immediate harm.
I find Ms. Babble hilarious, despite the fact I’ve only been kicked out of rehab twice (second time wasn’t my fault, that nurse was out of line).
I thought as much. Karla is just as crazy here as she is in real life.
Karla is fantastically twisted and comes by it honestly. What more could you want in a blogstress?
And I’m not just saying that because she promised to name her next offspring after me.
Karla makes me want to punch myself in the eyes. Okay, that’s a lie. Karla actually makes me want to punch KARLA in the eyes. But only out of jealousy because she’s 94% funnier than I am.
For the record, it’s okay if commonwombat punches me in the eyes–that way I won’t have to see his profile pic when we chat on Google Talk.
And I’m actually 194% funnier than him–I think he made a typo there.
Shouldn’t this blog have been put under “bitter pregnant women” as opposed to humor?
Not sure if Karla would like being put under that category
Jay’s comment would really sting if I weren’t so bitter and so pregnant.
Me like Karla’s blog. Me enjoy lurking there hoping for her to return to her kiddy porn days. Sometimes she use big words that hurt me brain. Me don’t leave comments cuz me be afraid that she gonna beat me up like she do everyone else.
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