A fellow local blogger noted that the
oldest blogger in the world, weighing in at 97, recently passed (look
here for the article). I began to think - yeah, blogging is great. Blogging connects us with the outside, and far reaching world. That 97 year old grandma finally really enjoyed her last couple of years on this planet after her stingy relative finally buys her the computer she has been dreaming of. But what would
I be like if I was still blogging at the ripe age of 97?
So this is my
tribute to blogging - in old age, at any age, behind closed doors - where we blog and don't change our underwear. Where we blog and leave anonymous comments even though we have a user profile. Where we spend
w a y too much time reading up on other people's activities and preferences before realizing the day just passed without a glance and we haven't stepped out the front door yet. Or washed. Or eaten anything that wasn't within an arm's reach (except for you food bloggers, that is!)
I don't want to grow old with my computer - I would like to have a flesh and blood version of a companion instead. But in the meantime - here I am. Worrying about followers, looking at my blog stats and getting a big ole computer butt.
