(Ir)Relevance
I was thinking the other day (Oh, good.
Finally.) about how trite my blogginess seems
sometimes.
- Musing on
writing? Check.
- Cute (to
me) pictures of my own animals?
Check.
- Squeeing over
personal hobby? Check.
-
Miscellaneous ranting over relatively small things that irritate the snot out of
me? Check.*
Good grief,
why
do I think this blog is any different from any other? And oh look - now we get
the periodic post on bloggish relevance (#247 in your hit parade of bloggy
cliches)! Now all I have to do is quote Ecclesiastes and say that there's
nothing new under the sun and hang it up for the
day.
Except I won't, of
course. I've grown attached to this sort of quasi-exhibitionism. Quasi? Sure.
There are plenty of subjects (some heavily blogged out there by other people, so
there are fields of blog cliches that I don't plow) that I don't go near, but
feel rather strongly about. Politics. Religion. Current tempests in the
teacup called celebrity, including whether or not I feel a certain actor whose
name rhymes with Bomb Snooze is
certifiable.**
Why do I do it,
though? (That's blog cliche #763, for those of you keeping track at home.)
Shrug. I like it. I know there are people out there (most of them being people
I already know) who enjoy it. It has, for me, become another way to look at
stuff around me and think about communicating it to the greater world. I have a
small circle of folks who seem to read on a regular basis, despite the random
posting schedule. It may seem like a funny way of connecting to people, but it
does seem to work. So I'll keep doing it, cute cats or
no.
*Ask me about the
neighbor kid who peed in our yard the other day. Go ahead. Ask
me.
** ETA - correction. I
could not, in fact, give a rodent's backside about the mental state of any
celebrity. I may, however have an opinion on such a thing, despite the lack of
emotional heat that opinion may generate in me
Posted: Wednesday - April 26, 2006 at 07:16 AM
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