I felt I should write something that is slightly humorous to make up for my earlier post. What better way to do that than with a Ramble™ post? (Camera zooming in and out quickly on an armadillo while a vuvuzela makes honking noises)
Please don’t ask me what that was all about. I guess I’m just trying to jazz up the ol’ blog a little. It is my understanding that that is the sort of thing that Vlogs do a lot to sort of punctuate jokes. I suppose it is the Vlog equivalent of an “applause” sign or a canned laugh track. But you may have noticed that this is not a Vlog, it’s just a plain ol’ Blog.
I think it’s interesting that blogs are called Blogs and not Wlogs. I admit that Wlog is hard to pronounce, but Blog breaks the paradigm by which abbreviated terms are created. For instance, a Video Log is shortened to Vlog. Using that same methodology, A Web Log should be called a Wlog. But lets face it, Wlog, Blog, Vlog … they all sound kind of silly.
I wish I could do a Video Log. However, I don’t have enough charisma or “screen presence” to pull off anything video based. I tend to be sort of sedate and conservative and staid in “real life”, and that is NOT the stuff that good video is made of. My personality can only come out in non-visual media, such as writing. Watching a video log of me would be like watching a sedated cadaver reading school lunch menus.
This is probably a good time to admit that when I was in high school, I had an Alog. I know that sounds obscene, but I’m not sure what else to call an Audio Log. I used to record audio “comedy” sketches for my own amusement. Fortunately, this was long, long, long before the Internet came along, and so there was no way to get these audio gems (Agems?) out before a listening audience and to be permanently available for all to see and laugh at (but not in a good way). No, I was just recording these things on a simple little cassette tape recorder for my own amusement and no one has ever heard them except for me. Thank God for that!
But perhaps I should crawl up into the attic someday, fend off the large mutant brown recluse spiders, and see if I can find those dusty old tapes and give them a listen. But they might be embarrassing and excruciating to listen to. Perhaps it would be less painful to get bitten by a brown recluse spider. And anyway, I don’t think I have a cassette player to listen to them on. Thank heaven for small mercies!
So, I think the real lesson to be learned here is: Parents, don’t let your children spend too much time by themselves with nothing to do.
Another lesson might be: Don’t let humankind develop the Internet.
But I think that toothpaste is out of the genie bottle.