Why do you have a Frequently Asked Questions section when hardly anybody ever asks you any questions?
It makes me feel important.
Annie Atkins or Annie Rhiannon, what's the deal there?
Atkins is my last name, Rhiannon is my middle name. I blog under "Annie Rhiannon" because I like to be cloaked under a veil of anonyminity. I have never understood how to spell or pronounce "anonyminity".
Why did you start blonking?
I liked the idea of going on and on about myself on the internet.
Is everything on your blonk the truth?
Everything on this blonk is 100% truth. But sometimes it needs a pinch of salt.
In that case, could you please stop writing about me? You might like to hang up your dirty laundry in public, but I don’t.
Oops. Sometimes I forget this blonk is supposed to be me me me and I use embarrassing and humiliating stories about my friends and relatives to spice things up a bit. I apologise in advance for any offence I may cause.
So you won’t stop?
Aw, come on, I’m only messing. If I want to write about you I’ll check with you first, okay?
Okay then, thanks. What if I wanted you to write about me?
Don’t push it. Back to me, please.
Right then. What are you doing with your life?
I used to be a graphic designer in Iceland; then I was a filmmaking student in Dublin, and now I'm the graphic artist on the set of a TV show. I also take a lot of photos and write a lot of shit on the internet.
Erm, how come you were nominated in the Irish Blog Awards AND the Welsh Blog Awards?
When the Irish Blog Awards were announced I quickly left Iceland for Dublin so I could qualify. Then, when the Welsh Blog Awards were announced I quickly reminded everybody that I was actually born and brought up in Wales.
Any blogging tips?
Keep posts shorter than this one, comment incessantly on other blogs, and step away from your stat counter.
And finally, why do you call it your “blonk”?
Well, why do you call it my “blonk?”
I AM you, you’ve had to ask yourself these questions, remember?
Oh yeah. Well, because before I got sucked into this whole blonking mess, that’s what I genuinely thought they were called.
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