Onward and Upward

The boy and I were talking about blogging this weekend. Not sure how the conversation started, but I mentioned that my blog had to be one of the duller ones on the net. Last week I was shocked to see that 15 people had checked it out in one day 15! Adam suggested that perhaps a high school English teacher had assigned the blog as an example of how to write clearly. I answered that more likely the teacher assigned it so that people could see just how mundane a blog can be.

Those of you who are long-time readers of this blog know the irony of this, of course. Most of the time my blog concerns such yawn-inducing matters as the weather (it was foggy this morning but it's clearing now and we hope for a continuation of the fine spring weather we've enjoyed these last few days), or my simple adventures in the 'Boldt. There was a time, some three years ago, when this little blog caused me trouble in my career because some unscrupulous people reported to my boss that there were "questionable" elements in the blog that made them "uncomfortable" working with me. Translated, that means that they went about 5 years deep into the blog for the one moment in 2002 when an ex of mine and I had a little flame fight. The "questionable" posts were her comments about me--I kept them on the blog because they were actually pretty damned funny, even though they didn't hold me up in the best light. Anyway, some of the locals here decided to oust me from my little job working for the county by ginning up this foolishness. Strangely, the powers-that-be never read the blog, though they asked me about it incessantly.

I do not write about the courthouse anymore, and have never violated the attorney-client privilege, because once I say even the most innocuous thing about a client on the blog, the State Bar will be down on me like Conan the Barbarian.

Still, one wonders why I keep it up after all these years. I've been blogging since before the turn of the century, and it's never garnered me fame, fortune, or beautiful women. Only trouble. As my brother-in-law once indelicately put it, it's a foolish thing to maintain when one is trying to run a business.

And blogging is so 1999, anyway. I refuse to twitter (I've blogged about that) and I get saddened by the newer "social media" because it's just a sign that we really don't want to know more about each other past 144 characters.

I dunno. It's monday and I have a full calendar this week, though I also hope to get some real things done in the office, too. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I've lost a few pounds over Lent by cutting down on my eating. Who would have thunk that reducing your meal sizes could lead to a trimmer you? Get me Oprah on the phone!

I suppose the real challenge of the blog these days is trying to remain even remotely interesting. My friend Rene is always funny and furious and fascinating in her blog because she's a teacher and a writer and a poet and has a properly jaundiced and ironic world view which propels her prose. She's the Hunter Thompson of the blog set. Me, I'm more Garrison Keillor, though I'm not even as funny and interesting as the Praire Home Companion.

All this is leading to my question to you, dear readers: Should I continue to keep track electronically of my dull and useless day here in Mickeyville? Or have you all had enough?

The voting starts now. And there's no papertrail.