BLOGGERS ARE BORING

Okay I'll admit it. I had to be dragged into the Blogosphere. I remember vividly sitting next to my good buddy Miriam Wright at one of our town hall meetings at the station. I asked her if she liked my most recent blog entry. Her response went something like this.

"Yes Mike it was very funny. But this is Thursday and you wrote about something that happened over the weekend. Plus you are posting like once every seven years!"

Alright, the last sentence is an exaggeration. But there has been a push here at the station to blog at least three times a week. Unfortunately Brett never got that memo. The rest of us did. So I try to write down my thoughts three times a week. It's sort of a snapshot of what I'm thinking about, or what I'm up to. Some might even say it's a creepy journey into my brain. Since I roam around in my brain quite a bit I might agree with them. But it wasn't until last night that I realized that Blogging is making me boring.

I was locked in a conversation with my sister Patty on the phone. I started to tell her a story about a luncheon that I attended earlier this week. She said, "Yeah I know I read your blog. You walked into the woman's bathroom. Did you really do that?" I had to admit sheepishly that the answer was yes. But I also had to acknowledge that one of my favorite questions to ask my sister was now a question she need not ask me. I always ask her "What's new?" When you blog all the time there's no need for someone to ever ask you that question. It's all out there on the world wide web. So there you have it I learned that bloggers are boring

I'm like the boring guy at the dinner party that everyone avoids. Why? Because he keeps repeating the same story over and over again. Because of blogging there is nothing new to tell someone on the phone unless I start keeping secrets.. So there you have it. You are forewarned. I'm not going to tell you what's happening this weekend. Certain days may also become off limits as I begin to evaluate how to counter this boring phenomenon. I may find that I'm more interesting on Mondays, and so you may never hear about what I'm doing on Mondays. Or maybe it's Thursdays. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to do this just in case my sister decides to give me a call back any time soon.