I started this blog back in April, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. At first I posted 3 or 4 times a week. That’s decreased and now I’m aiming for quality, not quantity. Except for today. I keep thinking I should have something profound to say about world events. Or something funny to say about things that piss me off. But I’m just not feeling it.
There’s just too much pressure to make post No. 100 the best ever. It’s like being the starting quarterback in Sunday’s Super Bowl. Or Tiger Woods as he’s standing over a 20 foot putt to win the Masters. Yeah–it’s just like that!
When I first got into blogging, I had no idea what I was doing. I broke what is for some people a cardinal rule–I’m not anonymous. One of my first readers was my 84-year-old mother. As I picked up more readers and commenters, that led to conversations like this:
Mother: Who is that Rassles boy who comments on your blog?
Me: Rassles is a girl.
Mother: A girl? Well I clicked on her blog and her language is not very nice.
Me: She’s really funny (especially when she drunk blogs), but you probably shouldn’t read her blog.
Mother: Are you sure he’s not a boy? That language is not nice at all.
Me: I’m sure. She’s from Chicago.
Mother. Ohhhhhh (said with a deep, old-fashioned Southern accent–about four syllables)
The blogosphere is an interesting place. In sci-fi books and movies of the past the protagonists could often tele-trasport themselves with a blink of an eye–or a “Beam me up, Scotty.” Blogging is kind of like that. I can go check in on (virtual) friends with a simple click. I visit Spain and Australia on a regular basis. They visit Franklin. Sometimes I’ll notice an incoming link in my statistics and find that a complete stranger has put a link on their blog to mine. It’s quite gratifying.
Blogging about blogging is a little bit like reporters interviewing each other during the inauguration. It’s self-serving and not all that interesting to anyone but the people directly involved.
So forgive me this indulgence. And thank you for reading.