Pulling Back the Curtain

Dennis Finch: Wait, I just remembered something; you're boring, and my legs work.

--Just Shoot Me, "The Experiment" (9/23/97)

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For those of you who haven't noticed, there are different sorts of blogs out there. No, really!

This becomes especially true when the creative well runs a little dry. Then the posts come in three flavors:

1. There's one type that tends to blather on and on and on and on and on about whatever boring-ass thing comes into their heads, just to get something out there in some kind of frenetic attempt to ensure that their Adoring Public doesn't panic without their daily (or more frequently) fix. I don't read those anymore. Just shut up, already.
2. There's another type that goes kind of meta-post about it, actually musing about the fact that they don't have a lot to say. I could do posts about that as well, but those kind of bore me as well.

I actually pondered doing one of each of these types of posts.

1. I had a little tale about waiting in line at the post office on Monday and how it took a million years because of one woman who, despite being at least my age (and I'm older than most of the local blog crowd, so do the math yourself), had apparently never been in a post office in her life and asked the clerk remarkably inane questions, which meant that my meter ran out and I was out of change and I couldn't take a few extra minutes to get a decent lunch. Posts like this are in the realm of standup comedy about airline food. Some people could get a whole lot of decent mileage out of it, but I can't.   
2. I had another story about picking up Daughter at Penn Station on Tuesday night but even I fell asleep trying to describe how uneventful it was. 

So instead I went the third route, which is:

3. the Meta-Meta-Post, where you get this whole routine about me relating some of the thought processes that wound up killing the last couple of posts I'd worked on.

All of which boils down to the fact that you just read a couple of hundred words of me telling you that I don't have much to say just now. Suckers.

Comments

[danielle]

Darn it. I'll read anything. It's actually not so much what you write, but how you write. ACW, for example, gets mileage out of everything. I hope I haven't been writing too many of the type #1 posts. I'm still on your blogroll. :) I was considering writing a type #2 meta-post about not writing, but then I was struck by "inspiration" - dreams, internet ads, beer...

[Claude Call]

Well...we all succumb to it from time to time. But yeah, ACW could do 2000 words about scratching an itch on his nose and make it entertaining. And that's why we all hate him so much. (-;

[yellojkt]

I'm just mad that now I can't do the meta-meta-post. And who is ACW and why haven't I ever read his blog since it's so much more interesting than yours?

"ACW" is Anonymous Coworker. --Claude