What's a blog??

Take the B off and you get LOG. It's a log.  A diary.  A journal.  It's a thing you write for yourself because because you can hardly wait to see what you have to say. You can go back and read what you had to say earlier.

Something like Facebook, right?  WRONG! You do FB for comments and to get a conversation going. To communicate. Share. Socialize. You do a blog for yourself.  Nobody else would like it that much anyway.

This is one of five blogs I write for myself.  Almost a thousand entries total. They are pretty good.  I like them.

Might some long time bloggers identify as introverts? I will say something to myself about that on my introvert blog. I will be impressed. That is what blogs are for.

Blogs are perfect for  us who don't like conflict.  I can say blog things I won't say on Facebook because I don't really want to argue about it or see a long stream of comments for and against. That's what FB is for and it does it well. 

Maybe I will do number 6 so I can be even more amazed, amused or confused by what I wrote.  I have a title.  "Straight from the heart of a very old fart." Maybe somewhat more serious.  But not a lot.  Just a tad.  A bit.  Which ever is smaller.

That nice guy we have praised did what??

There are lots of people that are paid to dig up the dirt about famous figures, living or long dead.  I'm not sure that's evil.  They are just meeting our need to know about it and talk about it,

If it ain't one crisis it's another

When you're dealing with your old age crisis and your adult offspring are having their mid-life crises.  You are trying to forget the things your kids did that made you crazy and now they are going nuts from raising their own kids.

Think of the big deep essay I could put here to fill this space.

But I don't like big deep essays, even the ones I write

They're boring.

Short stuff

I like short sentences.

Better to leave you wanting more than telling me I already said too much.

BE DONE WITH ALL MYTHS

A Social Worker says don't let your kids believe in Santa Claus because it traumatizes them when he doesn't deliver.

Or should we be done with all Social Workers.   Joke.  Funny. Har har. I don't mean it. Don't get all offended, OK?

Tell the world your issues...or maybe not.

 The extremely personal breast beating and gut spilling on Facebook is getting to me. It makes me real nervous. Putting your problems and vulnerability out there for the whole world to see can be dangerous.

BAD IDEA

 Two seriously screwed up people trying to fix each other.