The biggest problem with blogging is non-bloggers.
Bloggers understand. They don't complain. They don't ask. I think they assume, as I do, that we are among friends.
Friends say stupid things. They disappear for weeks at a time without a word. They talk about themselves too much or say the wrong things or don't tell both sides of the story. And we forgive them, because, well, we are friends. We cut each other some slack. Sometimes a lot of slack.
Then the non-bloggers stop by and say "OMG! How could you SAY that! Who do you think you are?
It is like we are two different species. Some people have to blog, and others can't figure out why we have to.
Yesterday the delightful Mrs. G of Derfwad Manor launched her new baby, Women's Colony out into the blog world.
Her second commenter - SECOND COMMENTER! - complained that the new blog didn't have much content. As my old co-worker Kirk used to say "Hello? Hello, BUTTHEAD!"
Yes, we are bloggers. We are just like you, in every faulty, crazy, leaky, smelly, goofy way. The only difference is that we do it in writing, in public. And for some reason we can't stop.
Maybe we do it because blogging makes you happier.
And now, as a public service, the proper way to say "Hello Hello Butthead."