The Daily Post asks, “Why did you start your blog? Is that still why you blog, or has your site gone in a different direction than you’d planned?“
They’re kind of nosy that way.
But that got me to thinking . . . and that is always a dangerous thing.
You see, when you think about things, bad stuff happens. Most wars occur because some politician or military general thought about things. Einstein thought about things and eventually that led to the nuclear bomb. If I think about a putt too long, I miss it. (I miss it if I don’t think about it and just whack away at it, but then missing it doesn’t bother me so much.) But I digress.
I first started blogging about Penn State football in the late 1990′s. I had a free site on a place called Xoom. It was basically free, which was the most significant criterion for my blog at the time. You are now reading my ramblings on Word Press, so that criterion is still pretty significant. Some things never change.
At one point, Xoom died as a web hosting site and I went to GeoCities. It went belly up as well, except in Japan. I don’t speak Japanese. I am not a legend in Japan. I’m not very funny in Japanese. Or so I have been told. Actually, I didn’t know GeoCities still existed anywhere, let alone Japan, until I Googled it. I think they are hiding from me!
The basic formula to date has been to find a free web hosting service and then help it go bankrupt. (If you have stock in Word Press, you might want to bail now.)
Along the way, I also diversified from a simple football blog to what you are reading now.
Ta Da! (Jazz hands!)
(Actually, it was not an evolution from one to the other as it was a spin-off. This is Frasier to my old Cheers blog. Or something like that. I still blog about Penn State, but the humor is secondary.) Both blogs coexist, but they don’t communicate well together. Kind of like my multiple personalities. But we digress.
When I first started writing about Penn State football, I pictured myself as the Dave Barry of the football world. Except for the part that I didn’t have a syndicated column with a gazillion readers. And I didn’t make up names for rock bands. But I thought I was funny. Alas, looks aren’t everything.
I found that football was too narrow a subject and there were times–like when Penn State lost 6-4 to Iowa–when there was no way to make that humorous, unless you lived in freaking Iowa and had a corn fetish.
Humor is cathartic. It’s what keeps me sane in an insane world. I’m no longer Dave Barry trying to make a Sugar Bowl loss to Alabama into a joke, but rather Hawkeye Pierce surviving a daily war with humor and surgical skills as my only weapons.
Damn it, Jim, I’m just an eye doctor.
Living the Eye Life.
Welcome to the war.