Why We Blog
March 10th 2008 01:44
Giving into peer pressure is an act that gets unfairly maligned. I've done it many times. I gave into peer pressure and became a crystal meth addict. I gave into peer pressure and made fun of ethnic minorities. One time, I gave into pier pressure and found myself in the middle of Bass Strait when the tide went out.
Though these things made me pretty popular with drug dealers, the Hon. Kevin Andrews and Scyphozoa jellyfish, there's still one group I'm desperate to court: people who read crap on the internet.
I've resisted blogging for a long time. I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure why I've started now. One thing is clear: the world needs me.
I did a bit of research and discovered that over four million people have died in the past decade, the exact amount of time that I have not been writing blogs (or, as they're called in Olde English, "blogges"). (I want my blogs to be factually accurate, so I should point out that it's quite possible more than four million people have died in the past decade, it might not have been directly related to my lack of blogs, and I've been not writing blogs for a lot longer than four years. But everything else in that sentence was true.)
So, what is it I'm going to write about? I'm not sure.
I thought about writing about things that happen at work. Like, today I got totally chewed out by the manager for serving the fries without defrosting them first. Although, when I think back, I believe his issue might have been with the fact that I didn't work there.
I could write about my relationships, but I'd probably just end up writing Jeff Buckley lyrics and dedicating them to "my 1 tru luv mis u xoxoxo". Actually, there is something to talk about in this area, and unlike everything else I've bollocksed about thus far, this one is actually true: I'm engaged. Yes, a lovely nine-year-old named Tali recently informed me that in twenty years we're going to get married. Sorry, ladies: looks like I'm off the market. (I emailed her father telling him to get started on the dowry. I told him my minimum demand was five goats and a salt mine. He insisted she was worth more than that, and we're now heckling in totally the wrong directions.)
I could post travel blogs, but I haven't really gone anywhere. Well, that's not entirely true; the other day I had coffee in Mornington. But you probably don't want to spend ten minutes waiting to download twenty-seven pictures of my latte, the locals, and the beautiful native architecture (there's a wooden ship at the end of Main Street), so we'll nix that idea right now.
No, what I think I'll do is use this blog as a forum for the random things I can't really talk about anywhere else. (Again, not entirely true: this blog is actually a transcript from a speech I gave to my local Freemasons chapter. I even included this parenthesis in the speech, which was doubly awkward. You should see the looks they're giving me. Weirdos.)
Now that we're both sufficiently prepared for my life of blogging bliss, I'm going to close with two suggestions: first, carefully read these blogs, absorb their informational nuggets, digest them, be better people; second, when passing from one side of the Lodge to the other, do not pass between the Worshipful Master and the Altar. Thank you, and drive safely.
Though these things made me pretty popular with drug dealers, the Hon. Kevin Andrews and Scyphozoa jellyfish, there's still one group I'm desperate to court: people who read crap on the internet.
I've resisted blogging for a long time. I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure why I've started now. One thing is clear: the world needs me.
I did a bit of research and discovered that over four million people have died in the past decade, the exact amount of time that I have not been writing blogs (or, as they're called in Olde English, "blogges"). (I want my blogs to be factually accurate, so I should point out that it's quite possible more than four million people have died in the past decade, it might not have been directly related to my lack of blogs, and I've been not writing blogs for a lot longer than four years. But everything else in that sentence was true.)
So, what is it I'm going to write about? I'm not sure.
I thought about writing about things that happen at work. Like, today I got totally chewed out by the manager for serving the fries without defrosting them first. Although, when I think back, I believe his issue might have been with the fact that I didn't work there.
I could write about my relationships, but I'd probably just end up writing Jeff Buckley lyrics and dedicating them to "my 1 tru luv mis u xoxoxo". Actually, there is something to talk about in this area, and unlike everything else I've bollocksed about thus far, this one is actually true: I'm engaged. Yes, a lovely nine-year-old named Tali recently informed me that in twenty years we're going to get married. Sorry, ladies: looks like I'm off the market. (I emailed her father telling him to get started on the dowry. I told him my minimum demand was five goats and a salt mine. He insisted she was worth more than that, and we're now heckling in totally the wrong directions.)
I could post travel blogs, but I haven't really gone anywhere. Well, that's not entirely true; the other day I had coffee in Mornington. But you probably don't want to spend ten minutes waiting to download twenty-seven pictures of my latte, the locals, and the beautiful native architecture (there's a wooden ship at the end of Main Street), so we'll nix that idea right now.
No, what I think I'll do is use this blog as a forum for the random things I can't really talk about anywhere else. (Again, not entirely true: this blog is actually a transcript from a speech I gave to my local Freemasons chapter. I even included this parenthesis in the speech, which was doubly awkward. You should see the looks they're giving me. Weirdos.)
Now that we're both sufficiently prepared for my life of blogging bliss, I'm going to close with two suggestions: first, carefully read these blogs, absorb their informational nuggets, digest them, be better people; second, when passing from one side of the Lodge to the other, do not pass between the Worshipful Master and the Altar. Thank you, and drive safely.
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