No more bore-blogging

Blogging is hip. Everyone who first discovers blogging - including this author - immediately remembers his dreams of being a great writer, registers for a free blog, and then seriously starts rambling about all those personal thoughts never meant to leave the walls of their toilet.
This is a serious issue, and has strinking similarity to the garbage produced by the flood of personal websites clogging the web in the late 80ies. Remember "Jasons homepage", or even better the German equivalent: "Ralf´s Heimseite"? Always adorned with a big and badly animated "under construction" sign to remind us that the content was just rubbish and desparately needed an overhaul.
These homepages almost always contained a section with pictures of the writer (called "yours truly"), and a section with pics of his family members, especially the kids: A ton of pics like "baby John lauging", "baby John crapping", "baby John ... umm ... doing nothing", "baby John doing nothing ... again". You remember, right?
At first it was neat, then you got bored, then annoyed, and then there was that point where all your guy friends - especially those who never got around to having a career - gave you a "business card" with their "homepage" URL imprinted in Times new roman bold italics. Printed at home with their 300dpi color inkjet. That was point when you sold your shot gun and turned to far-eastern Zen-meditation, because you just couldn´t take it anymore. I sure remember those days.
Nobody wants this to come back. And blogging is even more immanent than just having a static homepage. The artist/writer can post his thoughts to his blog anytime, anywhere. From work, from their mobile phone, from the toilet. Whenever "it" happens - a thought, any thought - he can just forward it to his blog. Text, pics and all.
And he will. Who needs that? The reason people at work fight to get a single office is because they don´t want to hear their colleage´s thoughts. They want to be left alone. And I agree. Please, just leave me alone, too.
But I - just as all these other wannabe-writers before me - think my thoughts are different, somehow. I write stuff that matters. All the other stuff is bunk, it needs a global forward to dev/null if you know what I mean. But this, this specific blog entry you are reading matters. I don´t know why. Maybe it´s the vodka, again, this time mixed with bitter lemon. Third glass. The blank walls I am staring at begin to matter. So I´ll toast to you, my sober friend, in the hope that this entry has made you just that little bit wiser. If not just go and have a vodka or two. It works!

Cheers

Zen-monkey