Monday, March 06, 2006
When I first announced that I was going to start a blog, my decision was met with a variety of responses. Are you crazy? No, I'm not crazy. Don't you know that anyone can read what you write? I want people to read it. It's the next best thing to being published. What makes you think anyone would want to read it? They read Stephen King don't they? Now that he's famous, he writes a bunch a crap and they still buy his books! If they read your stuff, what do you get out of it? Personal satisfaction. Do you think some big publishing outfit will read it and offer you a book deal or something? Of course not, and I won't have to worry about it being on Oprah's list.
Not wishing to maintain the life style of a Couch Potato, I needed some other form of diversion. The fact that I was limited to a deteriorating choice of programming fare, made it much easier to transmutate myself into a Blog Potato.
I had no idea what to expect when I set out to make it happen. Once my account had been set up, I remember sitting in front of a blank composition screen. I had no idea whatsoever of what to type. I had already decided that I did not want to post a personal diary. I didn't want to be a political voice. I didn't want to be too controversial. I didn't want to be too serious either.
There was no serendipitous epiphany that led me on the path I began and continue to meander down to this day. I have always liked to read satire, parodies and allegories. There will be a post here and there that waxes to sobersideness, but not too profound. I have found that celebrities make easy targets for my style of humor. A celebrity can be an entertainment star, a sports figure, and of course, a politician. If stand up comedians cannot resist the famous, why should I be any different?
In our President there is both a joke and a satire just waiting to be committed to creative discourse. Why do we climb on our Commander-in-Chief? Because he is there! At present he is the Mount Everest of comedic material. That mountain is just but one of several peaks of Himalayan personalities with their heads in the clouds.
You might say that celebrities are the boogers of life! Sometimes you just have to pick on them!
Now, when I look upon the blank composition screen, there is little or no trepidation. If I am lost for words or have no particular subject in mind, all I have to do is to throw up a picture or a cartoon. As I looked at the chicken cartoon up at the right, I wondered just how much of us can be interpreted from our Blogs. I am compelled to say at once nothing and everything. Maybe I am not so opaque as I might wish to be. Have you ever been swimming only to learn later that your bathing suit becomes transparent when wet?
Given the choice of a blogotomy, a lobotomy, or a bottle in front of me, I chose the blogotomy. I essentially quit drinking almost 15 years ago. I have been lobotomized by life itself over the years. That left the blogotomy. I suppose there is a little bit of an exhibitionist in me, for in hind sight I have been blogging naked all along. There's no need to peek, I'm there in the words that comprise my every post.
Guess what? I can see you too!
Curmudgeon responsible for this post: Hale McKay at 12:05 AM