Is Blogging Like a Time Tapeworm
Okay, so I am really trying to be dilligent about this whole blogging thing. I figured I should since I have so many pithy, insightful and downright hilarious things to say. Afterall, it would make the world a better place. It is the least I can do.
I can remember when I was a kid and I thought it would be the coolest thing if I called the DJ at the radio station and made a request. Whoa, he might even say my name on the air or if I was really lucky put me on live.
If you are over let’s say about 35 and can actually remember listening to the radio as your source of music you might know what I’m talking about. So, you try to call and of course the number is busy because there are one thousand other 11 year olds trying to call at the same time. Or maybe it is busy because the DJ has the line tied up because he is calling in a request himself to the DJ at the station he likes. But you are 11 and you are dying to use up a few precious seconds of your 15 minutes of fame and you keep calling. Eventually the phone might ring. The anticipation mounts and then the magic moment “Yeah hello, Rock 103.”
You had the perfect song picked out. The one song that captured both your gererations mood and your own pre-pubescent angst. The one song that everyone else would hear and think “what a cool kid, awesome song.” But as soon as the DJ picks up you immediately are transformed into a lobotomized moron. You can’t think about anything, let alone that one life-transforming song. The only music you can think about is some over-commercialized, one hit wonder piece of total suck. I guess today an equivalent opportunity wasting choice would be anything by Miley Cyrus. But, then again no one listens to the radio anymore unless there is a tornado or perhaps if they left their iPod at home.
So, what does all of this have to do with blogging? I think I still have something important to add to the free marketplace of ideas. But why is it that when I actually sit down to write it is like the DJ just picked up the phone?
I was just talking to a good friend (longer story for another time) and was asked about this blog that I said I started. I realized that I had been derelict in my duty to the global consciousness and had not been blogging. I should be ashamed! I sat down to write and…nothing, brain wave flat-line. This bit of pablum is the result.
So, here is another entry. Everyone can feel better now. The cool thing is you dont even have to call the radio station anymore. Now you can just send text messages that the DJ can ignore.
