I was asked recently why I blog because, to the person I was talking to, it seemed like a waste of time. I quickly answered with my own question: “I’m not sure, but how much time have you wasted in your life watching football on television?”
Now, I’m not dogging people who watch football. I personally enjoy football games more in person. Shannon and I have been to the Sun Life Stadium for Dolphin games before, but I can’t say I’m a dedicated fan to any one team.
The point of my question is that everyone finds some sort of enjoyment in “wasting time.” I enjoy writing. I’ve been writing stories, screenplays and other assorted silliness as far back as I remember. Typing out my thoughts on the Internet started as part of the LiveJournal craze among my friends in the early 2000s. Since then, I always assume that there are about five people who read my rantings and ravings… and that at least three of them don’t like me, but read for the purpose of being pissed off.
So onward I go into my eighth year of typo filled thoughts from my boring ass life in South Florida.
It should be noted, though, that Google Analytics has been happy to convey that more than five people actually stop by and read some of this stuff. You’d be surprised at some of the key words that people search that lead them here.
For those of you who read regularly – yes. “Beast Wars” was one of the top five reasons people found my blog via Google in 2010. I guess people really do want to know (or want reaffirmation of) why that series truly sucks.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go waste some time on a keyboard. 🙂