I came across this

March 15, 2005

I came across this blog a few days ago, and I’ve been back a few times since, checking it out. Despite having my own blog (maybe because of it?), I’m not a big reader of ’em. Most are… quite frankly, pretty boring. Hell, I think MY life is pretty boring, and I’m surprised folks bop through here as often as they do.

If a blog updates frequently, I’m much, much likelier to return again. The more frequent the updates, the more I’ll go back. And if the writing is solid? I’m pretty much hooked.

Point in case: dooce.com. It’s darn near daily, there’s a lot of images, and the writing is freaking hysterical. Here’s a sample:

I grew up in a small suburb of Memphis, Tennessee, and graduated valedictorian of Bartlett High School in 1993. The reason I am telling you about the valedictorian part is because being able to say, “I was the valedictorian,” is the only privilege I ever got in life from achieving that goal. No one ever hired me because I was valedictorian. The lesson to be learned from this is: AIM LOW. Save yourself the time.

My parents raised me Mormon, and I grew up believing that the Mormon Church was true. In fact, I never had a cup of coffee until I was 23-years-old. I had pre-marital sex for the first time at age 22, but BY GOD I waited an extra year for the coffee. There had better be a special place in heaven for me.