Jumping the shark

Well that was a terrible entry yesterday. I've slowly started to embody all that is wrong with blogging. I've taken some standard, who-are-these-people observations and made them even lamer by seemingly not being able to write more than a few sentences on each subject. I was going for a Larry King in USA Today thing and it just didn't work out. I hope people don't read my blog to be entertained. I had a strange epiphany a few weeks back when I started giving my sister-in-law the Andy Rooney in training spiel about something. She responded that she had read that on my blog. I was mortified on several different levels. It shocks me that people actually read what I have to say. I know both my brothers read it but I just figured they felt obligated, you know, being my brothers and all. When I found out that Bryce's friend Gary checks in every once in awhile I was starting to get a little intimidated. I felt like a had an audience to write for, albeit a very small and probably drunk one. My original intent on starting this whole thing stems from a drunken night of web surfing and this kind of crazy hysteria I go into when doing said surfing. I was on Guerrillagirls.com or some such silly socialist, website and was crazy angry with an article on stereo-types men place on women. I thought their whinny little bitchfest was just furthering ugly stereo-types of both men and women. I didn't want to post on their message board (I was drunk not insane) so I searched for a free blog site. I think the search exhausted me so much I ended up just going to sleep and when I woke up the passion for the argument was gone. I do recall sending a poorly worded email to my brother on the virtues of all the wonderful women I've known before the "exhaustion" had set in. So with the sober realization that I tend to write stupid stuff when I'm drinking I haven't really done much of the drinking and blogging thing. So now I'm stuck with a blog I feel obligated to write, I would feel like a quitter now. So after yesterday's entry I felt like maybe out of respect for all those people who write incisive, witty, pointed blogs with a cohesiveness of thought, maybe I should retire the blog. But like Happy Days and That Seventies Show, maybe I'll keep going for just a little bit past my prime (if I ever had one). And to all you misguided, bored people who take the time to read this dreck, thank you sincerely. It still mortifies me but I appreciate it all the same.