This Blog

You know, it's been a while since I started this blog. But what you don't know is that I was "blogging" waaay before the word blog was invented. I just didn't know it. I had a little home page and I used it pretty much for my own amusement, since lurkers didn't exist in 1999, and even if they did, they would never have found my page. I would post idiotic things, such as a poem for Saddam Hussein, or something about Michael Jackson's Wiggly Bum Tickler. I pretty much knew that no one was going to read it, but it amused me immensely.

You know what? My own writing has me in stitches, and always has. It alarms Brigitte when I start laughing for nothing in the middle of the night. Much as my fingers surprise me when playing the guitar, they also surprise me when typing in this blog. Sometimes I don't have a clue where the post is going to lead me -- the fingers tap on the keyboard and the words come out.

My friend Dave took a look at this blog and said I was a certifiable lunatic. And HE is a certifiable lunatic.

When the word "blog" started circulating I just hated the word. I just hated it. It's just a fucking Web page where someone posts their issues. But now it's become just another part of the World Wide Web (do they call it that any more?)

But sometimes I wonder what to post on it. I've read (and hang around on) very specialised blogs, about some specific issue, be it aviation, food or just whatever the person's thinking at the time. The latter is kind of annoying, as most bloggers can't write to save their lives. But others can. Others can write extremely good pieces that I would bet would make it to a newspaper.
I don't know what this blog is about. I wonder why random people would check in to see some drivel that just came to mind, but you'd be surprised.


Some people have remarkably focused blogs. But this one is the exact opposite. I know you're reading this now, but do you care about what happened to me today? Why should you? Twitter and Facebook to me are absolute jokes. Who the fuck cares what random thought you came up with? "Ate chicken at Almovar but it wasn't good."

What is that? That is not writing. But people comment on it anyway.

But it comes back to the question: what should a blog be about? I've realised that mine has degenerated into completely random entries, some of them meant to be funny, some to be absurd, and lots of rants. I use lots of expletives and I realise that can turn a lot of people off, but it's how I talk in real life (but not with everyone and certainly not with people I've just met).

The conclusion I've come to is that if you post something on your blog, write it as though you were writing for a newspaper. It might not seem to be at the time that actual people are reading your posts (I certainly didn't think anyone was reading anything on my previous pre-blog website, so I just posted anything I wished and didn't give a shit) but obviously there are people who visit this blog. I know I have a list of favorite blogs that I visit often and comment on. They're all extremely different.

I often post one-liners or some dumb joke that I just thought of, but is that good? Should I be saying what I did today, as many people do? Should I involve the names of people around me?

I joke around a lot. Hey, Dave called me a lunatic, and that's coming from a reputable source.

But I guess people like that. And I guess that's the only thing that matters. Just please stop coming to this blog by Googling "Spicy garlic dill pickles." All 100,098 of you can just go to Hell.