There are those among us who may ask: What is the purpose of this web log, or "blog"? Ah. Well, perhaps no one knows particularly one way or the other, though I suspect certain parties may be suffering from a lot of time to kill. Which is just ducky, as far as I am concerned. I am more than happy to be part of a collective, and not the type which forces one to reek of second-hand patchouli or make one feel inclined to write anti-establishment logos on ones' knuckles. Just to blather on about, well, I'm not sure about that on which i am expected to blather. I have no cutsie pictures from youth (or even non-cutsie ones, for that matter [hint hint]) though I have become quite adept at digging up all manner of ugly images from the vast depths of the web. Perhaps this, as the youngest, is to be my role, to keep people from staying on subject too long, to keep people from ignoring me too long, to piss them off and annoy them just enough. And J can be all hoity-toity and talk about gilded furniture and M can be ridiculous and discuss the CW's fall lineup. And Josie can urge us all on by figuratively nipping at our collective figurative ankles. From the Great Beyond. And Sam can greet us, metaphorically, with a chewed-up metaphorical 7-Up bottle. From the Great Beyond.
3 comments:
Aw. I forgot about the 7-Up bottle thing!
You've pretty much pointed out the reason for a Blog. To voice one's opinion on... whatever... whether anyone cares or reads it or not.
Chances are you'll only ever have a core audience of 5 or 6 friends max, but if you enjoy doing it, it's fun and therapeutic to do.
Also occasionally people you don't know like me will skim your blog off of Technorati and make random comments.
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