I'm not really sure why I started blogging. I've been aware of the subculture of blogs for a while, mostly through the Instapundit and Poynter. I've enjoyed those and the links I found through them but never felt any strong desire to jump in and crack open Bert's brain® for public display. No, I lost the keys to open that a while back. So for any clue, I guess I have to refer to my initial post that day.
Boredom...sheer boredom I guess. I'd like to think I started this blog because of some higher purpose, maybe because I have something worthwhile to say, or maybe a desire to leave some kind of mark in this world. But that's not really true. Actually, I was inspired by Dave Barry's blog and wanted to see what the hype is. (Hence, the puppies that adorn the right side of the page...they were his original template. I'll leave them for now...throw them some virtual milkbones I guess.)
Anyway, I figured it never hurts to learn something new and I've been meaning to start a journal (not on the net mind you) but the truth is...
I was bored.
So the question might be, why do I still blog? Not really sure of that either. (Just chock full of answers today, eh?) No, after just over a month, I don't presume to be an expert on philosophy of blogging or the reasons behind it or the dementia needed. I guess maybe it just makes me somewhat less bored. (Note to readers of Bert's Blog: I said less bored, not less boring.) Actually, I almost got bored of it kinda quick but some encouragement from a fellow blogger kept me going. (Yes, she's to blame.)
Sometimes it feels like work. Maybe the events of the day left me with little desire to be near a computer. Maybe I just feel I have nothing to say. Or better, nothing clever/ interesting/ worthwhile to say (although some may argue I never did). But most of the time, it's fun to jot down some random thoughts as I sit there jumping from site to site in search of something strange, with my adult beverage at the ready. (Another note to readers: I'm usually never as pretend as I drunk to be.) So maybe that's my niche: weird thoughts about weird stories from a weird guy (huh? What do you mean that's being done already?).
But it doesn't really matter what category folks put me and my blog into. In this short time, I've learned that the site's traffic isn't important to me. It's the vast financial rewards and undying adoration of millions. No, I'm kidding -- although if anyone would like to shower me with either money or adoration, please email me.
I honestly just did want to keep a journal, a partial record of what the hell I was thinking about on a certain day (and the court-ordered psychologist said it might be useful -- no, I jest, it was actually my parole officer). It's a way to help me keep sharp the writing skills (BB readers, shut up) that I developed and enjoyed in college but abandoned for a job in "the fast-paced and exciting world of computers." And it's been interesting looking back at times, somewhat of a learning experience. If others enjoy the peek inside Bert, hey, that's extra icing on the cake.
Posted by bert at March 5, 2003 09:15 PM | TrackBack