The difficulty with all this is that there's really not much worth writing about.

If the buzz around the irritatingly-nomered "blogosphere" is to be believed, Reverse Cowgirl is one of the more frequently read blogs out there. Now, there's a poorly expressed thought. What I mean to say is that it's popular, though, now that I think about it, I suppose it's possible that it's just frequently read. Who knows by how many people? I'm not real sure how the internet ratings shit works. I'm pretty certain it isn't SoundScan, and even SoundScan isn't SoundScan. So what I mean to say is that I'm fairly sure it's not reliable. Still and all, it's a fair bet she's gets read more often than I do.

A visit to her site and The Reasonable Person can't help but wonder why. I count myself among the legion of occasional visitors, but I can't for the life of me understand the compulsion. Like sex with me, no visit lasts more than fifteen seconds and it's rarely satisfying. She seldom writes anything -- I'd say that the majority of her posts are pilfered images, kind of blah digital camera pictures of mannequins I think she's passing off as "art," and infrequently fascinating links. When she does write, it's as though Demeter has leaned forward on her ivory bidet, reaching down to the mildewed cracks in the grout to offer the teeming masses of boil-skinned adolescents a dribble of ambrosia fermented in her crack.

And I say all of this entirely because I'm bitter about having to submit something to her in hope that she'll deem it worthy to post this week, thereby driving some small number of her ugly, ugly readers into my buttery folds.

So what about me? Here I am, blogging my precious little ass off, loosing my woefully undervalued prose into the ether, and paying for the privilege. Discussion of why my prose is undervalued (the utter lack of clarity in the second paragraph is a decent start...) aside for now, The Reasonable Person has to wonder why again. Why do I do it?

The FCC's recent media consolidation thing and the debate surrounding it accomplished something absolutely absurd. It pushed blogging into the mainstream consciousness, or at least nudged it toward the mainstream consciousness, as an example of "thriving independent journalism." You'd have to be retarded to call even the best blogging journalism, and I'd use "self-obsessed" and "masturbatory" instead of "independent" and "thriving." Which, of course, settles the question of why I do it. Ask anyone that knows me. Go ahead. I'll wait.

OK. So someone who watches the news is sure to say, "Of course the blogging example is stupid -- it's a lame defense of the FCC move by Bush and his fascisto mediareich." Sure. Fine. This isn't about politics. It's about blogging, and the "community" that does shit like giving itself Webby awards, going to hear speakers talk about the social implications of blogging at SXSW, and weeping about dot com jobs gone by. When it was CB radio, at least they didn't arrange award shows.

In the beginning, we were all losers. Then some buddy from college hired us to do nothing for a company that did nothing, then it fell apart, now we have nothing, so we write about nothing to no one. See how it comes full-circle? The snake eats its tail, the dog licks its own heinie.

I added that dog heinie part because its sexual and provocative, and I'm in Rome, so I'm doing the Roman thing.

All that having been said, you shouldn't expect me to have a real point. I do it, I want a Webby, and yesterday I included a link from one of my blogs to the other one just so that I had an incoming link. High school must've been worse for me than I realize.

Analogcabin @ 3:26 PM
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