One of my twitter friends mentioned a few days ago that Rob Kroese‘s “humor blogs” site was down and then wrote a blog post about it. I visited myself and saw this (go ahead and check the link). My heart sank.
I thought about how when I first started my blog and had a “.wordpress” in the middle of my URL and wondered if anyone would want to read my stories from childhood and child-rearing after enjoying this activity called “blogging” with surprising success during my deployment to Iraq a few months earlier (thanks, New York Times!). I wrote every day and hoped the readers at the “humor blogs” site I’d found on accident (which had >1000 blogs on it) would vote favorably on the level of humor in each post, and after a couple months, I was on the first page! Top 30! A few weeks later, I was top 10, and then top 5 for several months. I think I actually called Pretty Bride from work on the day I cracked the top 5. I was such a dork back when I was 33.
Participating waned a bit when my work situation changed, but I still enjoyed the blogs there, especially last July when they became tangible after I met Margaret, Kathy, JD, Anna, and Meg in person. I could tell they thought I was as funny-looking as I was funny-reading. We bonded. Humor Blogs suddenly became a smaller place.
So, now that my posts aren’t automatically sent to H-B for voting on whether they’re funny or not, should I start being more serious? Turn this into a “personal blog” or “daddy blog?” Or try to stick with “humor blogging?” Or give it up and concentrate on other activities (i.e., something that pays well)?
I’m not sure. Probably a hybrid. I enjoy being part of the blogosphere. Hell, I’m meeting several twitter friends this Saturday night for the first time for a night of debauchery (unbeknownst to them). I’ll probably take them to the bar where I did this:
I have no recollection of how I met the guy on the mic with me. I don’t think I want to know.
Okay, internet. I can’t quit you. I’m just not sure what will follow the “form of ….” command after I tap fists with my Wonder Twin. Whoever the hell that is.