Confessions of a Blog Virgin

I was going to call this Confessions of a Blirgin. But, I didn’t think people would get it. Hehe.

I’ve changed the title of my blog several times, now. I’ve written blogs on the most random of subjects. And, my stream of consciousness writing is all too reminiscent of my day-to-day battle with ADD (See Generation ADD).  But, all-and-all, I am enjoying my blog journey. I’m enjoying these naked conversations, as Scoble and Isreal so perfectly articulated- butt naked conversations- as Bart Simpson would so perfectly articulate.  I am enjoying the raw nature of the blogosphere, and the praise of authencity- blogthenticity (<–insert copyright here)- if you will, in it. I feel like a bird soaring above the sky free to splatter white crap on anything and anyone beneath it. Just kidding. I got carried away. The soaring bird + the crap = the ultimate critic. I like being a critic. It’s okay. You don’t have to laugh. That was kinda’ gross, anyway.

Scoble and Isreal are on point with the fact that “the dull should not blog.” Because, as I began my journey, I learned some valuable lessons: alot of blogs suck, most people don’t read long blogs, and yummy juicy blogs = readership. I learned some other interesting stuff too, but my disorder won’t let me remember. Why “the juicier the blog the more popular,” you say? C’mon now, that’s like me explaining why the Enquirer and Us Weekly still exist! Jeesh! And really, “juicy” is completely self-explanatory. But, for those of you who don’t know what self-explanatory is (hehe), a “juicy” blog encompasses the component of intellectual fervor in a blog to just pure gutter gossip – although, exquisitely articulated in such a way that gets audiences hooked like crackheads. Damn those catchy Britney headlines!

By starting this third full paragraph, I have just lost about a dozen readers. Damn! And, I thought I could have been a pro at this blog stuff. All-and-all, throughout my journey, I feel like Hilary Clinton (<– insert Obama link here for fairness): I found my voice! It’s humorous (hopefully). It’s raw (c’mon now if I was that raw I’d be the uncensored Popeye). It’s real (no, I am not Pinocchio, no). That’s why you should vote for me as the next president…..Oh, and it’s random. And, I like it that way.

I am really diggin’ this no blog rules stuff.