So Iranian President Ahmadinejad has a new blog and it works in that "senile grandma in the attic" sort of way. But other than realizing how much it sounds like Olbermann, it dawned on me that when the elderly, squirrels and crazed dictators start blogging, then blogging is dead.
The worst five words you can hear at a party are "have you read my blog?" Blogs used be called diaries and they were covered with rainbow stickers and glitter. But now everyone calls them blogs and they suck.
I call it the Sylvia Plath Syndrome: The idea that every nuance of your life should fascinate everyone else. At least Plath had the decency to provide a killer ending.
Some think that if you don't blog, you don't have a life. But it's the opposite. You should be happy that you don't write for dopes who live in a disjointed bubble of weirdness where their own real world cowardice is masked by online bravery.
It's more honest to go outside and beat up somebody for real, than beat up someone on the Web, while sitting in your feety pajamas, eating Cheetos and drinking Mr. Pibb.
If you'd like to hear more about this, go to my blog: dailygut.com.
And that's my gut feeling!