On Blogging

The assignment: create a "blog" about something that interests you (or nothing in particular, if that is the direction in which your interests take you) and update your "blog" on a semi-regular basis with posts about this topic.
The problem: I have personally never been able to take blogs seriously. The first and most insurmountable barrier for me has always been the name; "blog" seems to me to be a brilliant onomatopoeia, invoking the image of a suppressed author opening some concealed facial cavity to reveal loosely formed and loosely restrained thoughts that subsequently spill fourth onto the Internet with the same sense of anonymous invincibility that is the cause of road rage and prank calls.
My second problem with "bloggers" is that in many cases, the ability to distribute their material on the Internet seems to have given these individuals the idea that someone is reading along on an iBook in a coffee shop somewhere, nodding sagely in agreement with the blogger's opinion while sipping from an iced chai (I'm certain I'll get to my hatred of coffee shops, iBooks, and iced chais in a later post). The reality of the situation is that, with the exception of a precious few bright, funny, or overly vulgar individuals, the majority of all bloggers end up as the world-wide-web's equivalent of a blind man on a soap box mistaking the hurried footfalls of passing pedestrians for the applause of eager listeners.
My final (and currently most relevant) issue with blogs lies grounded in the fact that using a blog to whine about those who use a blog to whine makes me something of a hypocrite; however, this cannot be avoided, and if I must come off as a hypocrite in order for my divine opinion to induce sage nodding of the head in my undoubtedly large coffee shop audience, then such sacrifices must be made.
...I suppose I'll give blogs a chance.