If Tim-Elvis writes a blog in the forest, and there's no one there to read it, does it make a point?
In the days before Dreamweaver and automated Web page programs, some of us forged our way across the Web by actually learning html. Primative as it sounds, there was some satisfaction in making the damned page look the way you wanted it. Now, everyone and their dog throws crap into a template and calls it a Web page. Who looks at most of these pages anymore? Who reads these thousands of blogs? I mean, I don't even like to look at my own vacation photos let alone some kid's college trip to Puerta Vallarta including that cool blurry shot of the beer bong contest at Senior Frogs. And what possesses people to put up 62 photos of their cat. Believe me, much as I love my cat, I know no one wants to click through 62 photos of her, no matter how cute she is.
And listen kiddies, no one but you actually cares about how miserable or happy you are at the moment about your boyfriend or girlfriend. Save it for your diary, not the Web. Have some dignity for god's sake.
Is that what blogging is all about? This desire to be virtual exhibitionists with our lives? Has the media so conditioned us to think that every aspect of our lives is open for display and interesting? Honestly, even the most famous people's lives are full of the mundane. Do we really need to see Ozzie Osbourne take a dump on television?
And while I'm ranting, if you must blog, learn to write. Just because you talk trash doesn't give you the right to type it poorly.