Okay, let’s be honest … who the hell really cares about blogs?

I mean, how egotistical can a person get?  Thinking that a daily (or, in some cases, hourly) accounting of his or her life is really interesting enough to publish on the web … dear Max in Factor, that’s Hollywood level ego, folks.  Maybe even Washington, DC level ego …

On the other hand, I’d be less than totally honest if I didn’t admit to daily reading the blogs of a couple of hundred folks.  (But not Wil Wheaton!  Never Wil Wheaton!!)  It’s not that their blogs make particularly fascinating reading, it’s just that—in that one second of reading a few lines about their cat, kid, or kinder—it is an almost hypnotic way of making the strangest bond I’ve ever found.

I don’t know the writer.  The writer doesn’t know me.  Chances are that we will never meet and wouldn’t have the slightest idea who the other person was were we were to accidentally meet.  And yet … I know a little something about the writer’s life.  If I read long enough, I’ll know quite a bit about the writer’s life, including some information he or she really didn’t want to reveal.  It’s intimate, but totally divorced from any intimacy.  (Rather like my first marriage, actually … )

Blogs are a way for the common man or woman to plant both feet firmly on the ground, raise their metaphysical arms high, and loudly proclaim; “I AM!”  In an strange way, it validates their existence, establishes an odd sort of semi-human contact, and serves to anchor them within the bizarre terror that is life today.  It’s sort of a cut-rate immortality, in it’s own way, one that anybody with access to a computer can easily achieve.

So, in a perverse and almost morbidly ironic sense; They Blog, Therefore they Exist.

On the other hand, there are folks like myself who simply recognized a vast, untapped, audience.  Immortality, imorshmallity … I just want a chance to show how clever I am. 

Below are links to my first ever lj blog and my current blog.  Give yourself a treat and read a couple a day, ferreting out the real gems and having the occasional giggle at my masterful turn of phrase … Yes, as a matter of fact, people in Washington, DC, do happen to talk about Sailor Jim level egos, thank you!  Now go read.