This seems to be the biggest problem for most of my fellow bloggers - "What should I write about today?" And it's a question that, more often that not, never finds an answer before the sun sets on another day. And here am I, let all alone in the Blog-o-sphere of my small circle of blogging friends, trying to lead the pack with regular, updated, stimulating, intriguing and original material (except for Gary - that dude writes a new blog every 20 seconds).
And so, what shall I write about today? Well... today I don't have much. My life is pretty bland and uneventful at the moment, but that's okay because that's not really what this blog is even about. My life, as a topic, is only tossed into this crazy garden salad of a blog as a few croutons or almond slivers: accessories, but certainly not the main ingredient that makes you grab for the tongs. (Or a big juicy burger instead - have you seen Perez Hilton's page lately?) I usually just blog about funny stuff I see in the news or music or movies or whatever I think might make you read or want to respond. (I love responses and comments. LEAVE COMMENTS!)
"So, what to blog about?" I hear you asking through your silence, fellow bloggers. Well, I'll tell you: NOTHING! Blog about NOTHING! What do you think I'm doing right now? Do you think I plotted, schemed and outlined this entire post beginning to end, before I started typing? Hell no! I just started typing! And you can do that to!
As a loyal reader of YOUR BLOG, fellow blogger, I don't need them all to be gems. I just wanna read what you're writing. Look at you! You're reading this jibber-jabber! You've made it this far without clicking over to a montage video of cats doing cute and funny things! (Great video - check it out! But not until you're done here.)
So please, you slackers! Pick up the pace! Write something! You're boring me!
P.S. - Facebook is fun, huh?
P.P.S. - I just watched High Fidelity tonight for the first time since I saw it in theaters in 2000. Great movie!
P.P.P.S. - Calvin and Hobbes are worth revisiting.
P.P.P.P.S. - R.I.P.L.N.w.C.O'B.