Trouble is, I spent too much time kissing frogs, then even more time savoring the very occasional prince. (Wow, not sure how I painted myself into such a gay [not that there's anything wrong with that] corner there, metaphorically speaking.) Seriously, though, I'm up to, like, twenty-some bookmarked blogs, about eight of which I visit regularly. And each of them has anywhere from four to fifteen links to equally worthwhile blogs. Combine all that with a tendency toward fevered overthinking and overanalysis, and, big surprise: I'm doing precious little actual blogging of my own.
What's worse, I seem to be falling into precisely the pattern I was hoping to avoid:
- Hand-wringing post about what to post and feeling all angsty and self-aware.
- Overlong, overwrought, self-indulgent observational post about movies or fatherhood or barbecue. (One of which is fermenting on my hard drive even now. I mean it's gonna be a doozy. Stand back, Eve, I don't know how big this thing gets.)
- More meta handwringing.
- More overdone blogwanking
- Repeat ad infinitum.
No wonder the TWoP message boards had such a strident prohibition against talking "about the boards on the boards." Because it's boring. It's tedious. And it's not really content.
That said, this is my blog and I'll cry if want to. God knows I need a place for some occasional meta handwringing and unfettered brain dumping. I just want it to be worthwhile. Because that's the common tread, really, among all these sites that I keep revisiting. At least the ones I've linked in the sidebar. They're vastly different, but each is an interesting and unique insight into that blogger's world.
And not to go all Five People You Meet in Heaven on you, but this seems (so far, at least) to be a way of connecting with people that I otherwise never would have. It certainly outstrips any expectations I ever had for Al Gore's brainchild.
So summing up: I get my interests and point of view validated by finding like-minded/consciousness-expanding folk in blogsville, but the flipside is I also am forced to confront (and hopefully deal with) some of my baggage.
I guess I can live with that. And now, on with the countdown.