Why Blog?

Over the last month or so, I've begun to question why it is that I actually do this whole blogging thing. Was it to vent my teenage-like angst or simply to send messages to a close circle of friends and colleagues. Well, I've discovered the answer as I've been sitting here at the fucking computer since about 9:30. The answer, of course, is that blogging is a wonderful waste of time, particularly when there are other, more important things that should be taking up our evenings/early mornings. Yet for some reason, I feel very passionate about inspecting each and every blog that I know whenever I am put in this situation.

For example, tonight I need to read about 40 or 50 pages of a book dealing with Appalachian children in urban settings and writing a 3-4 page paper which discusses the placement of certain groups and nationalities into categories because of their assumed relationships with the English language. While these projects sound like quite a fine time, no doubt, I cannot seem to force myself into dealing with it right now. Instead I choose to blog about meaningless nonsense, read depressing redneck poetry, analyze the great question "What if", and try to think up names for a rather large and green swim cap (I like Condi, as it's a name both appropriate and politically relevant). Good Fucking Times.

By the way, it's three down and one to go on the (road?)trip to GA. Congrats to A-train and Little E (and myself). C'mon Charles, you're holding up progress here. I think you should contact them tomorrow and demand immediate acceptance . . . or else.