Daily Like

So the point of all this was, at least in part, to do something everyday. And it's not as if I've failed in that already, but it sure feels like it. And not just because I have nothing to say. Because I could probably type about Survivor for like eighteen pages, even though not a whole lot happened on it. But is that really what I came here for? Answer me, imaginary audience!

But then, nothing more interesting than watching Survivor is going to happen to me. Certainly not everyday. So what happens here has to come strictly from my head. Which might be even less interesting than watching Survivor. Not that watching Survivor is boring. Obviously. But if that's all you've got, and it is, well, that sounds a lot like trouble. And no, adding House or The Amazing Race doesn't help.

So now I'm talking to myself. That's probably not so good either. And I can't even pretend that I didn't already know this was a terrible idea. As the title of the last post will indicate.

So why are you here, Blog? Why did you call to me? Why did you say, "Hey. Dummy. This is the only public place anything you ever write has a chance of exisiting, so why don't you get started?" Is that what you said? Because that's really horrible. Of me. For answering.

Is it a really good essay that is the goal with a blog? Like every day or every week one wants to posit something new? Or interesting or whatever. New. Funny. Touching? I suppose the idea is that Reuters will somehow read it and keep track and hire you. Which would be so delusional if Reuters didn't actually do that once in a while. Seriously, Reuters, why would you do that? You played right into blogger hands.

Not that I didn't already, but I really hate the word "blog" too. In fact, I wish I could consider it a term instead of a word. But I suppose I am way too late.

So how do I turn this into a good essay now? I mean, without going back and editing. Because that's too much work. I suppose I have to tie things together. That's the rule in conclusion paragraphs, right Mrs. Betta? (See, now that makes it personal.) I don't think I have anything. I've kind of written a lot today and I think I might be a little tired. Burned out even. This Reuters job better be cushy. Maybe I could cover Survivor for them.