Sunday, January 18, 2009

Blogging: Why Bother?

I first started blogging because of Marie. She is one of my favorite people, and her gray matter sparkles and scintillates...honestly. One of the first things I noticed about her when I met her was all the glitter and sparks pouring out her ears.

And Marie started a blog. I started to read it. And I learned all sorts of things about Marie that I didn't know before, and I loved her all the more for it.

So I thought, if this is a way to get to know people better and in different ways than you otherwise would, I'm signing up. I think that's pretty cool.

Of course, I don't know if me blogging really meets that aim for anyone—I have no idea why you people come and read anything here at all, to tell you the truth. And latelywell, I haven't been all that inspired to blog at all. I've been doing other things. I haven't even read any blogs lately (which is super-lame, considering how many wonderful people I'm letting myself get out-of-touch with...just sad. I've got about 200+ unread entries on google reader nagging at me).

I need to inspire myself to get back into this a bit. So, I'm going to let you, the unfortunate reader who has stumbled onto this blog, to choose a post topic. I'll let the first three commenters (if there are any) decide whether you want to read a post about:

  • my family
  • a roadtrip
  • an elevator story
  • my religious problem
  • chocolate
  • or anything you want me to write about?

Thanks. And now, my latest obsession. Click to listen:

Andrew Bird ROCKS

29 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hmm, I vote for your religious problem. That sounds potentially controversial.

Mad Libs Millie said...

I'm thinking elevator story.

Melissa said...

Hmm... trav and Millie took my top two... so, I'm gonna ask about the roadtrip!
I'll have to come back to listen to Andrew Bird's music... I got to the site but I don't have the right Java Mocha Adobe Flash Player Plug-in thingy. I'll download it tomorrow.
Glad to see you back in blogland. Are you surviving the snow?

Elizabeth-W said...

Crap!

Elizabeth-W said...

Quadruple crap!

Elizabeth-W said...

I'd vote for the elevator, if I'd been in the top three. Quintuple crap!

omar said...

Nuts. I was going to say the religious problem, then the elevator story. Then, if you had time, a third topic could be that dude's socks.

Anonymous said...

They covered it, which is good because I haven't been reading blogs like I should lately and am (as always) about a day late to the party.

S said...

I think I am going to go with family! You can either make me jealous or happy to have my own family. Either I could use right now:)

Lindy said...

Hey look, you got way over 3 comments. But if my vote still counts, I say go for the religious problem. My inquiring mind wants to know (and probably has the same problem).

I'm in a blogging funk too. Your question of "why bother" is my sentiment exactly.

Super Happy Girl said...

"I have no idea why you people..."

You people?
I am so offended. I shall never be back.

Super Happy Girl said...

Ok, I forgive you as I can't live without muskadillo dreaming dreams!
Glad to see you back and glad to be you people.

Super Happy Girl said...

I am not one of the 3 you people first commenters, but I believe I should have my vote counted as I am -as you know- one of your faithful you peoples AND I am a minority and all that:

I vote

Tan-tan-tararaaaaannnn

Elevator (humor!) + religious problem (controversy!) +chocolate (obsession!) = Muskadillo WIN WIN WIN!!

Super Happy Girl said...

And then tell us what's up with Andrew Bird.
Why do you love him so and all that.

Super Happy Girl said...

You can't stop blogging. Who will play with Furball of Doom?

Hot Pocket Fashionista said...

Andrew Bird....Oh No!!!

That insider joke. You need eat more Hot Pockets to get it.

Hot Pocket Fashionista said...

No likey Andrew Bird unless I'm in a state of Hot Pocket comatose overdose really gross.

Hot Pocket Fashionista said...

Have you heard? The bird's the word.

Shawn said...

I'd rather that you blog about uncomfortable moments in your life...

For what its worth---I just found your blog somewhere---I like it--so keep writing.

And come visit me some day---oh, yeah, after you get over your not reading stage.

Carrot Jello said...

Aw crap. How about the last person? I should get a prize for bringing up the rear.

Marie said...

Gorsh -- you're sweet! And you know that I feel exactly the same way about you. I was afraid (rightly so) that you'd be a much better blogger than I, but despite my considerable blog envy I declare that you must NOT EVER give it up, for you can blog about anything and make it fabulous. And you know what that blogging brilliance does to your readers? It makes them look around at the drab bits of their lives and think, "I guess that drab thingy must have a fabulous soul to it -- I'm going to keep staring at it until it reveals its fabulous soul to me. (Or until Wynne decides to blog about it, whichever comes first.)"

So blog on, little camper! Those pesky "other things" (Reading? Attending to basic hygiene? Putting out the grease fire on the stove?) -- they can all wait!

Jean Knee said...

uhhh, am I too late to vote?

Anonymous said...

Did you seriously just come to my blog and read like 50 posts and left like 500 comments?!

:')

Carrot Jello said...

Happy birthday Jake!

Christina said...

I vote for a religious problem in an elevator...with a story.

And I am absolutely loving Andrew Bird. I feel as though I already know his voice from somewhere. Did you already send me some of his stuff? At any rate. Thanks! He's great!

Christina said...

Oh and I'm in a perpetual blogging funk. In fact, my blog is more funk than blog.

Meghan said...

Religious problem is my vote.
Have you dug yourself out of the snow yet?
Happy Birthday Jake!

Marie said...

I miss Wynne.

Jennifer B. said...

Hey you. I see you commenting around the blogosphere, but no new posts. Soooo, how 'bout that religious family roadtrip where you had chocolate in an elevator? Or something like that. Let's hear it.