Okay, so brother Bob Blechman, a fellow member of the fraternal order of bloggists, Blogga Buncha Posts--ßßπ for all you pledges (with apologies to ßΘπ)--no wait, this is getting problematic, isn't it?
Bob Blechman, in a recent post entitled, Had I But World Enough, and Time, This Blogging, Lady, Were No Crime, wrote
One thing I've discovered about blogging is that, to be done effectively you have to do it often. If you don't post frequently, you aren't really serious about being a blogger. One problem is that posting takes time and something original to say, both of which I have little.
This doesn't seem to be a problem for other bloggers, like my friend Lance Strate over at his eponymous Lance Strate's Blog Time Passing, where he seems to be able to post something new and interesting almost daily. I can only assume that he has abandoned his other responsibilities and devoted himself almost entirely to his blog. (It's an addiction Lance. You can get help!)
So, first I want to reassure Bob that I am ok, I can quit anytime I want to, and if all else fails, I've got some Blogotine Gum™ to get me through the rough patches.
As far as blogging early and often is concerned, as a serious bloggist--and we must insist on being addressed as bloggists to be taken seriously, after all, who would respect a journaler, or pay one a six figure salary to read headlines on TV?)--as a serious bloggist, I have addressed the subject in my seventh post, dated March 12th (seems like another lifetime ago), entitled The Medium Motivates the Content. I will let that entry speak for itself (speak, blog, speak!).
But Bob is not satisfied with commenting on the frequency (what is the frequency, Kenneth?) of my posts. He also says that they're interesting!
Come on now, Bob, we all know about the Chinese curse, may you live in interesting times. So you're saying that my blog is cursed, now are you?
Does this mean war? Blog Wars? Blog, I am your fodder!
World War Blog? Marvel Comics has a storyline called "World War Hulk" in which the Hulk is tricked into entering a spacecraft that takes him away from Earth to somewhere, far, far away, where he meets a bunch of aliens, becomes a kind of gladiator in an arena, leads a rebellion, becomes the king (shades of Robert E. Howard's Conan the Barbarian and Kull the Conqueror), brings peace and prosperity to his new planet, and finds love and fulfillment, only to have his new home destroyed when that spacecraft that exiled him blows up, so now he's coming back home to Earth and, payback, this time it's for real.
So, Blog, Smash!
Wait, I've got it, the ultimate revenge:
Bob, I think your blog is very interesting too.