April 06, 2007
Originally published February 1, 2002
I tour a lot of random blog sites just to see what's out there. I am usually disappointed by what I find, because the vast majority of the unhearalded sites are run by teenages or college students who simply send messages back and forth to each other, like e-mail they WANT other people to read and miss the inside jokes. Their earth-shaking messages usually consist of some boy writing "monkey" to some girl, who then responds with "hee-hee," followed by some friend chiming in with "I knew it!" Blogger sacrifices a lot of bandwidth to this crap.
I try to post something every day, even if I must crawl to the keyboard on hands and knees they way I've done the past few days. I also attempt to post something that is well-written, whether anyone is interested in reading it or not. Some of what I write is personal. Some of it is political. Some of it the result of random neurons firing incessantly in my brain. I don't know where a lot of it comes from, but I am delighted that the outlet is there.
I run across some folks who remind me of me, but they are few and far between, and that's why I usually put a link on my page when I discover them. The mega-bloggers have center stage fully occupied and they do good work. But we in the second or third tier of blogdom do good work sometimes, too. I do not wish to sound elitist, but some of the crap that uses up valuable Blogger bandwidth is inane, obscene and not worth the space. And it often wastes my time culling through the dross to find someone who actually wants to WRITE WELL.
How interesting can this be except to the pony-rider and her loyal friends? Who cares about this wonder-woman [Ed. Both links borked.] except herself? Just tour "phuck.beautifulfreak.org." I didn't bother with a link there because the name speaks for itself.
I suppose I'm becoming a stodgy old fart as I near my 50th birthday. But I really believe a person should use capital letters and punctuation when blogging. I'm old-fashioned that way.
Originally published February 2, 2002
I once drove a truck with a bumper sticker that said "I love my COUNTRY. It's THE GOVERNMENT I'm afraid of!" I eventually sold the truck, but I never changed my mind about the government. Just read this and maybe you will understand why.
Don't you just love the command of the language demonstrated by the "Communication Director?" No wonder Charlie was lost on the MTA.
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