Philosophical Goop
On the occassion of this blog's 10,000th or so hit this weekend, I reflected on some questions I've been asked over the past few months. The number one thing people have asked me is what I get out of blogging. Well, I've thought about it and the simplest answer I came up with is that blogging is like masturbating with a little more thought put into it. The rewards are more ethereal, and there is a lot less post-posting clean-up involved. Each has it's place though. One empties the soul of a stream of consciousness and the other empties...well, I'll save that for another day.I hope this has helped to unlock the enigma that has perplexed so few for so many minutes.
posted by K-Dough at 8:36 AM
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Exhibitionism.
Voyeurism.
And I thought I was so done with these relationships.
is that why i'm going blind?
Black Light puppetry of the penis? Yes. The light is blinding.
Wow. I just ruminated on this very topic. I likened the blogger phenomenon to the local cable access programming of the '80s.
Loads of crap put out there for no reason but to get some public attention, mixed together with genuine talent looking for a break, held together by rubber-necking oddities that couldn't be imagined by the best professional comedic minds.
Hmmm Sheena. Two minds- two posts- two pierogies. It's uncanny. There are absolutely no cans involved.
both palms hairy... must resit the urge to comment.
hairy palms are a myth. the sheer constant friction keeps things nice n smooth...
so then, what's happening to me? Propicia out of control? or, is that moon out there full?
Is this loving banter between you two (CC & K) what you would call a cyber circle-jerk?
Pam's Fun Easter Tip: Yes, you CAN burn a ham if you are reading a great book.
You can burn a ham, but you can't melt a tuna!!!
In-laws here. Drunk. Nice day.
Inlaws + drunk = nice day in my books, too. In fact, it's the only way I like my inlaws.
just plain inns for me. although my poor brother in law had to endure our family singalong.
It's far too quiet in Blogtown today...And I the only person working? Am I alone? Hello?
I'm a little freaked out.
It's good for commiseration too. After a weekend of my kids flying off the walls on a choco-high, doing yard-work around the house, endless tournaments of Battleship...Advanced Mission tm...and most importantly, avoiding my PC at all costs (apparently I'm a workaholic....and it all starts with that nasty computer) I feel that the weekend never really happened. Why is that?
I don't feel like putting any of the little fires out on my e-mail today. It's already almost 11:30 and all I've done is re-read my Inbox several times while cursing under my breath. And for some reason, not just my lower back, but my entire ass region feels like I was run over by a truck. (Could be that late-night scooter joyride with my neighbours fuelled by alcohol and a few nasty puffs, but I digress..)
What else to do on a morning like this than surf the blogroll. Perfect. Now, that's refreshment.
I share leatherhands enthusiasm after a quiet long-weekend of beef, beef, beef. but, like Pam, find the digital streets deserted.
where is everyone?
Sorry about your sore ass, leather. You have my permission to do nothing but blog for the remainder of the day.
Hey, I wish my husband would have been at home on the computer for the weekend. His pager went off yesterday and he was gone, gone, gone...I guess it could always be worse,eh?
Squid's still here. Just dropped some pearls of wisdom over at Chuckercanuck. You're welcome to visit over there and come back here and chuck some shit at me.
Golly Pam, that sucks about the hubby's pager. I have a feeling he was doing something important though, so in the grand scheme...you know. Marriage number one ended for me because I was literally never home; always on the road. I wasn't curing cancer or saving lives, or even making a ton of money. Just fulfilling obligations and doing what I thought was right for a faceless, ungrateful record company...that is now gone. Oh to have had foresight and maturity back then.
Chucker, definitely blogging-lite out there today.
Pam,
You mentioned in-laws.
I hate in-laws. Sonsabitches never bring their own booze. They're always touching the old lady up for a loan they never repay. Yesterday one of them asked me if I thought I'd live long enough to see Christmas. I clocked him so hard it took two hours for the bastard to wake up. I might be old but I ain't infirm. My sister had to literally pack him out to the car. It was funnier than old shit.She swears she'll never come back to visit. Had I known that, I woulda clocked the prick years ago instead of having him around drinking my booze every fucking holiday.
Squid, I did notice your cholesterol was down over at Chucker's blog....congrats. Does your GP have anything to say about the 24/7 alcohol consumption, or did you keep that little tid-bit to yourself?
I'm still not sure how to tell mine..
squid,
Oatmeal and scotch works like a charm, doesn't it?
My mother-in-law is Satan. She has more money than the Pope and is as mean as nails. She made me cry on every holiday for 10 years. She will live forever.
breaking news: pam's married into the Bush family!
quiet blog day means that even among bloggers, we are the nerdiest of nerds.
its sunny out.
leather, my husband wasn't out saving the world. It's more of an obligation but I'm used to the pager going off. My life goes on either way. If we all knew then what we know now....Well, wouldn't things be different??
Leatherhands,
I tell my doctor that I only follow the directions given in the Bible, as in, "drink a little wine for thine stomaches sake". The Bible doesn't say what quantifys "a little".
PAM,
Your Mother-in-law is mean? She ain't never run into the Squid. Want me to kick the shit outa her?
Old bitches like her with dried up ovaries need to be made to see the light. Sometimes a cold water ennema works,too!
Thanks for the offer, squid. I'll keep that in mind on Mother's Day. The way I see it, she has to live with herself, and that is her own penance.
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