This morning, I had the unfortunate experience of reading this article on blogs. I'm sort of hesitant to even link to it because I do NOT want to be featured in any kind of print article on the topic but it did bother me enough to not only remember it after I got off the train, but to look up the link and write about it so here we are. While I do question the neccessity of having a class on blogs, this guy is missing something about why we (or at least I) do this. I blog because the dang old Internet has changed the way I write or maybe it's perfect for the way I write. There's no more struggling to get a full page of text when all I had was a good one liner (e.g. "I am surrounded by people using office equipment"), no more waiting to get a lot of stuff together before putting it out for the world to see.

There is no doubt that I'm uncomfortable with the sheer volume of hits this page gets. I mean really, kids, I don't know most of you and at times that's a bit creepy (so please, say hi, would ya?) but most of the time I just assume that my loyal readers are Andrea and Amy (and maybe Lee Horsley) and go from there. I certainly didn't create this ever-growing manifesto because I'm one of those "people who think their warped relationships, car trouble and mental illnesses are of interest to a vast audience." as Mr. Authority on Blogs proclaims. And what is vast? 3? 3000? 3 million? It's not like the entire Internet is beating a path here looking for great insight into life and infectious diseases because it's just not here. All I have, my 3 loyal readers, is a bunch of one liners and a glimpse into a life that I think is pretty interesting.

So why did I start one? Because brig did and it seemed pretty cool.