oh jeez...I think I just blogged myself

I can start blogging. I mean, sleazy interns and all the kids nowadays and even old people do it...so I'm sure it's safe for me. I have to admit that I do feel a little pressure to have some sort of theme though. Like I should be complaining about stuff all the time or letting slip what senators I've slept with or telling people how to...like...broadcast their pirate signal and hack into the Matrix and whatnot. I've got nothing like that though. I mean I could probably complain pretty effectively but that's not what blogging should be about, is it?

I once read this blog that was linked to Fark about this woman who had found out her husband was cheating on her and was on this warpath to publically humiliate him. She conveniently started her blogging existence about a week before she discovered his infidelity and proceeded to come up with some pretty ridiculous stunts to expose him. It all screamed "publicity stunt for Jennifer Aniston's and Owen Wilson's next movie." I guess there's no reason why it can't be true (http://thatgirlemily.blogspot.com/ check it out for yourself). But I can't say I'm sold. Anyway...my point is, that's not the sort of thing that I want my blog to be about. You see blogging is a such a powerful and unique outlet for creating a virtual community in this remarkably networked world of ours and to use it as a personal tabloid is just...hmm...uh...yeah, not my point. People can cheapen anything...and blogging might be one the most effective mediums with which to cheapen content since television. It's like global cable access for the most personal and generally meaningless of written words. Think everyone's own 'The Denise Show.'

It's so perfect that blog sounds like a bodily function. It's a verb and sounds gross. A shoo-in for a new onomatopoeia, no doubt. And yeah, it's "shoo" and not "shoe." I looked it up. And onomatopoeia. Thank god for the interwebbings. Thank god for blogging.