In one of Elvis' last concerts, he was trying to sing "Are you lonesome tonight?" and kept flubbing the words. Finally, he said, "Are you lonesome tonight...I am and I was."
That's as profound as I plan to get.
I mean, it really doesn't matter what you write in a blog, right? You just basically shotgun your spew into the ether and random people either read it or not and then spew back at you. Kind of like sending out that Voyager in the 70s with a recording of earth sounds on a silver record. That probably communicated to a lot of other planets now, didn't it?
But I suppose it's no less useless than writing a newspaper article or a magazine feature. You just don't have to use the damned inverted pyramid and pretend to be objective. Ok, I have a journalism degree. It seemed like the best major to get if you wanted to write and get paid for it.
No one pays you to write blogs.
Moliere once said, "Writing is like prostitution. First you do if for love. Then you do if for friends. And then you do if for money."
I like quoting people. Then you can act clever without having to think. You can quote me on that.