I just finished an interview with the Orlando Sentinel for an article on Central Florida bloggers. What is disturbing me is that I was asked what the hell this blog is about.
Can anyone tell me, please? Do I really want to know?
I’m not a professional writer. I don’t want to mix it up too much with the warblog crowd. I’m not selling anything. I’m not recovering from anything. I had a perfectly happy childhood, and have a beautiful wife and great kids.
I don’t have a point.
I do like Flablog’s distinctions of warblog, popblog, lifeblog and omniblog. I’m an omniblog. But that just reinforces it.
The other thing that’s troubling me is the creeping crud of politics that’s sneaking in here. Stop it! Stop it, now!
Please, someone send me more monkey dung to spread about the blogiverse.
Sorry, I flung all my monkey dung around the cage today.
On an completely different note, I started referring to you in my mind as Solly, as in ‘let’s go see what Solly’s up to.’
Hehe! I like that. I think I’m going to have to change your name in my sidebar.
Oy vey! Oh, well, it’s way better than Lester…
And to think, I can say, I knew him when…prior to fame and fortune…when he was a poor, pitiful blogless creature.
Just wait. You’ll get yours. I’m getting ready to make up for the lack of an “About Me” page. I think I’m gonna let everyone know about the whole cast of characters around here: Sgt Grump, Cableman, Rick the Schmuck, Ejen, JustAGirl…the whole Hee-Haw Gang! mwahahahahaha….
When Blogs Attack! Bwah-hah-hah!
Don’t you hate how things like politics drift into the blog? Mine wasn’t meant to have so much of it when I started it up. Somehow, it just sort of found its way into things, sort of like the creeping crud. When we did the last redesign, Life, Politics and Gaming became the sub-title. Hurm.
Monkey!
oh, wait a minute, that really wasn’t the point, was it? Whiny is getting into my head, oh my!
So here is my political thought fer the day…
“GAK, what the heck is Dub-Yah doing a mile and a half from my house!!! Doesn’t he know this is the end of the earth? (OK, it’s not the end of the earth, but you can see it if you get on a chair…)” Ya know it’s politicin’ season when the President does a fly-in to our airport to push people he probably has never met, outside of the one Senator up for re-election… hee hee
End political thought. A thought from me, must be lonely…
Glad you approve of the labeling system. I’m sure I’ll come up with better categories as time goes on. Personally, I’m warblogged-out. — ml