Blogger
So now I’m a blogger. I always wondered what it’d be like to be a blooger; it reminds of the one Seinfeld episode where Jerry flipped out about having a threesome, because he’d have to change his clothes, his friends, and become an “orgy” man - do I now have to become a ‘blogger’ man? What is that anyway?
What does a blogger blog about? While this blog is about blogging, I think I can only push this theme so far. Personally, I wonder at the use of blogging; I know I have a lot of thoughts, more than I could hope to post on here, and maybe some of them might be worth an once of time, but who could possibly take notice and to what end would that notice go to? I read often of bloggers who speak of politics or something pertinent like that, and how what they saw is extremely relevant and even insightful. Maybe I should aim to get myself and this website inside the front and back covers of Maclean’s magazine. Goodness knows I have many ramblings about anything in particular - and for some reason right now I’m thinking of the historical inaccuracies of King Arthur - that I could post on here. Maybe, some day, Maclean’s magazine, or any magazine at that, will do an artical on the inacurracies in movies today and will find my blog, which will be full of gripings that only an historian could give, and contact me for my genius insights. Of course I doubt that’ll ever happen: i have many thoughts in my head, but oddly none of them ever seem relevant to anything.
Maybe in a few months I’ll be a blogger who blogs nightly for hours on end, talking of subjects vague, unimportant, and in all probablility boring. But, my name’s in the address bar so I guess I can do that if I wish! These things always make me anxious because I always worry I’m going to say too much and people are going to realize that I’m either not as intelligent as I may seem (or they’ll realize I AM as dumb as I seem), or something of that nature. We all need thoughts that we keep to ourself, profound though they may be- so expect many deleted posts from here. I remember once in grade 9, in science class (for some reason) we were supposed to write a random thought down on a piece of paper anonymously and rotate it around the class. That morning I had been talking with my dad about Hitler, and how the German army raised a lightning force (when it wasn’t even supposed to have an army at all, after WWI!) and conquered nearly half of Europe before anyone could react. So, being as devoid of thought then as I am now, I wrote down: “The German’s accomplished more than they are given credit for in WWII.” Now, in retrospect I realize that statement requires quite a degree of qualification so that it is understood properly, and gods know my words are more often than not misinterpreted. However, that’s what I wrote, and the furor it caused among the students in my school was - now and then - humourous. Without stopping to think what the statement could mean, or bothering to inquire into it, word quickly spread that there was a nazi in the grade 9 science class. Luckily it was anonymous, and I quickly abandoned any desire to explain it myself. However, there is a point to this (and no, I am not a nazi; being a student of history, I know - as do many others - that the whole nazi history is one of such evil that it is unparalleled in all of human history); and that is that (excuse me while I scroll up to read what my point actually was….) one of these days, I fear that I am going to have what seems like a brilliant thought and I’m going to write it down and completely screw myself over. And unfortunately, though I was able to remain anonymous in grade 9, this website has my name on it - I guess I couldn’t really run from that?
So, I’ll make a deal that there’ll be no Nazi ramblings. I’ll in all likely hood give a Remembrance day rambling, such as I do every year on my other website, http://www.siteocanada.org, but I’ll try to steer clear of the nazi element (is that possible??); if I fail I’m sure my reader(s) will forgive my blunder.
I went to O’ Calcutta with my younger brother today, and he made a humourous observation (my favourite kind). Among the various band memorabilia, and elicit drug tools, were a collection of flags (including keychains and stickers, etc.). Included were a Jolley Roger (skull & cross bones), the Confederate flag, the sickle and half moon of the Soviet Union, and other defunct politial movements - oddly, he pointed out, there were no Canadian flags. What made it even more odd, is that on their logo, the - ‘ - in O’ Calcutta is in fact a maple leaf. “That would be pro-establishment” says I. The point of this story? Bizarre.
Brent Butt made a great observation today about anarchism. He was telling a story of a scrawny scewgy kid (the horendis speling of Jon Malek strikes) that was, so he Butt man claimed, 74 lbs. Like so many street kids he wore a shirt with the anarchy sign on it. “I wonder if he ever thought that decision through?” says Butt joker. And thats a thought I’ve often had myself. Do they realize what anarchy is? Yes, police might be pigs, they might be corrupt (or, hey, maybe not) but if they were gone - if all ‘authority’ was gone - what would replace it? Are we naturally ordered and lawful? I don’t think so. Why is law enforcement such a huge factor of every civilized part of the world? We are naturally chaotic. And, as Brent Butt pointed out, people such as twig-boy scewgy kid would probably end up dead on teh second day of absolute anarchy. According to Butt-y, he would end up having his skull used by some big biker as a soup bowl.
Well- I hope that digression’s meaning wasn’t lost. “Anarchy is bad for you, m’kay.”
