CHEAP FILLER

I have no idea how people find things to continually blog about, given that most don't get paid to write. I guess I really am a chronic laconic when it comes to this. Seems to me that aside from those blogs which exist to inform or entertain, most blogs exist as a modern version of the journal or diary. Ironically, after a century of taking great pains to find new and clever places to hide a diary from prying eyes -- to the extent that such need or desire for privacy spawned an industry which produced little books with rudimentary locks which any budding thief could pick with any small, malleable piece of scrap-metal ... now where was I? Oh, yeah -- so after a century of fiercely guarding one's private thoughts, people now cast caution to the wind and post the private details of their experiences and ideas on the world-wide-web for any and all to peruse. I suspect most teeny-boppers probably think their parents are ignorant Luddites, unable to navigate the web to find out what their children have been posting for the world to consume. Add to that the fact that it matters little if, somewhere on the other side of the globe, Omar Al Ding Dong is sitting on a three-legged pack-mule and scouring MySpace on his laptop, reading about how little Suzy snuck out of the farmhouse on a Saturday night, past her ever-vigilant father, Ol' McDonald, to join her friends for some illegal tractor-pulling. Yeah, no chance that ol' Omar is going to rat her out. As if.

Be that as it may, I'll leave the true confessions, political pontificating, infomercials, and/or "how to" lessons to other bloggers ... which leaves me with little left to write about ... which is why I rarely post ... so there.