Someone sent me a link to a New York Times article about people dying because they blog too much.
I know exactly what you are thinking.
People who visit this Blog also read the New York Times. Don’t feel bad, it also caught me off guard.
Once I regained my composure, I read the article. Please take a moment and read it yourself.
I’ll wait… take your time… don’t rush yourself…alright, c’mon already… 1st graders can line up and get quiet faster than this… okay, let’s move on.
The short version of the article is that morons blog too much; said morons can’t stop thinking about blogging; and then the morons may die (sometimes rather tragically).
Sad, but true.
I don’t normally spend time blogging about death, but in this case I am willing to make an exception.
Actually, I guess I may be taking my life into my own hands by writing this. If this blog unexpectedly trails off at some point, I didn’t survive…
Just kidding, I am still here.
As I read the New York Times Article, I found myself thinking who are these people?
Blogging isn’t brain surgery; or working a 12 hour shift in a hospital; or substitute teaching; it’s just blogging.
And blogging is a fancy word for typing.
All it takes to blog is a computer, a halfway coherent thought or opinion, and thumbs. Although I think thumbs are probably a luxury (you could hit the spacebar with your elbow if you got in a bind).
The more I think about it, you don’t need thumbs or a coherent thought. You really just need a computer.
Doesn’t the New York Times have editors? Shouldn’t someone in a corner office with leather furniture have read the story before it went into print? Surely, they pay people a lot of money to decide that articles like this one aren’t really a story.
Just because news happens 24 hours a day doesn’t mean you have to blog about it.
After much thought, I think I have a solution for bloggers who face health problems or certain death.
Stop typing. And go outside. Maybe even ask a girl (or boy… your preference) out. Just remember to tell your mom to leave the basement door unlocked, as you may be home a little later than normal.
To summarize… get a life.
Blogging shouldn’t be dangerous.
Being a school administrator is death defying. You haven’t faced fear or health risks until an elementary kid gets sick in the hallway and you get a whiff of the cherry smelling dusty stuff the janitor puts on top of the…well, you get the idea.
I’ve got to go… my left arm is feeling numb.
I do realize that this blog may be offensive to bloggers who don’t have thumbs and elementary students who throw up a lot… for that I apologize.