Blog to Blog

Another friend has joined our ranks and you can find her here.

Although, you’re probably thinking what I sometimes think, “Another blog to read?”

(In this case, yes! You must!)

It’s not that I’m not grateful for the bounty of brilliant blogs out there. It’s downright amazing that there are so many talented writers out there, bringing us a daily dose of diatribe. (Or humorous takes on doing the laundry as the case may be.)

I mean, where were these writers before the blogosphere? Did they all keep copious journals or freelance for their local Pennysaver? Because I find it hard to believe that all these bloggers were writers by profession. And even harder to believe that they weren’t. (What? It makes sense to me.)

Thanks to random links, blog rolls and sheer serendity, I’ve stumbled upon some fabulous blogs, which I read daily. And by some, I mean, like, a lot. So many that sometimes I feel a little obsessed. Sometimes I feel a little guilty. I mean, it’s one thing to read a newspaper filled with current events and drizzle of editorials. But what if that newspaper was filled with witty columns, all totally biased and hilarious and engaging? And what if that newspaper was a thick Sunday edition every day of the week?

Is that wrong? Is that a waste of time? Is it even healthy to know that Pioneer Woman spent a day at the farm, or that Cjane ate tofu, or that Jordan woke up a little late?

Did I mention I don’t know these people? Because I’ve never met one of them. But through their writings, I feel like we’re friends. Just like some of you feel like we’z tight, even though you don’t know whether I have all my digits in tact. (FYE: I don’t, but we can still be friends.)

But my quandary doesn’t stop there. Every day it seems I stumble across a new link to a new blog. Some are stellar, some are scary; many are, frankly, quite boring. But the fact that they exist unnerves me a little. I hate thinking that the perfect blog is out there, waiting to be discovered. I hate knowing that every day someone new is composing a dazzling post that I may never read. I want to find them. I want to read them.

But I also want to do my laundry. And I don’t want to find myself mentally dictating a post about it while I do. (“What is it with socks? Is there some sort of alternate universe that is funding an intergalactic war through solar sock power?”)

Sometimes I want to rename the word blog because I get sick of using it. (And Mr. Dub likely gets sick of hearing it.) Sometimes I just want them to all go away. Sometimes I want them to all suck.

But they don’t, so I keep reading.

What about you?

(And on that topic, do you think blogs are a mere trend or here to stay?)