It has been brought to my attention that I do not blog enough. When your older and grayer brother blogs twice a day, whether he needs it or not, you have a lot to live up to. I know it will come as a suprise to some, but there are days when I just don’t have anything to say. Plus, I know the few of you that actually read this thing probably get tired of my rantings, so I try to have mercy.
My ever-supportive brother-in-law from the Midwest seems to think that I should blog more. He even used the dastardly threat of writing his own blog as ammunition. To that I say “Please, PUHHHLEASE!!! Write a blog! It would be CLASSIC!!! And probably more enjoyable for all concerned than this one.
Which brings me to my point: were I to write a blog a day, as some are in the habit of doing, even if I had nothing to say, would you read it? I mean, I could bore you all with Hurricanes notes once the NHL resumes in a few weeks, but would you care? I think not. My brother does an awesome job recapping Sox games for us, but I’m much better at just running off at the mouth. Methinks that doing a blog a day at the Perch would be much akin to a tree falling in the forest. Does it make a sound if no ones around to hear it?
I guess I could challenge myself and try to come up with something every day for a week, and see how it goes. Who knows? I might suprise you, Bub! I might actually make it a whole week! Can you imagine it?
Naw…I can’t either.
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