In the last month or so I've made a concerted effort to read a few more blogs on a daily basis. Finally got broadband, rss feeds and starting to get an idea of what's out there. I'm trying to figure out what works, and why, partly given that my employer Matthias Media is about to make a bit of an effort to increase the frequency, quality and relevance of its blog by introducing new members to the team. Really, I know nothing, and I've just been trying to learn a few things.
I'm still a bit puzzled. My goodness there is a lot of regularly updated dross out there in the Christian world (not you Craig. I'll always click for you, buddy. You were the one who convinced me that there might be a bit more to blogging than just "Tuesday. I seem to have developed a nasty red rash on my elbow").
Now it does need to be regularly updated, I can see that. If it's not updated most days, you need to have a friend like Craig who notices when you do, and links to your stuff.
But even when it is updated daily, it needs to be interesting. Good grief, sometimes the very act of clicking on your link is sending me to sleep. Nothing personal, but if I could write your blog entry for you before I've clicked you're that predictable, then I'm not going to click through, really. Spare me. Maybe along with the list of recommended reading that some blogs have down the side, I could add yours except with a heading 'Warning. Sufferers from sleep apnoea, do not click or zzzz...' 'Do not read this blog before driving or operating heavy machinery', that sort of gear.
There was a busker who used to sing and play guitar just outside the Queen Victoria Markets when I was enjoying a post-vegetable-shopping cup of coffee. You know how there are some buskers you just want to take the money from out of their guitar cases in quite a pointed way, so as to discourage them? I came that close, I tell you.
Anyway, some of your blogs are like that. No, not you Craig, really; and Jean yours is fantastic too and deserves more attention. I'll stop there before I start sounding like that weird lady on Romper Room with the mirror, from when I was little. Funny how you look at kids' TV in a new light when you're a grown up. Still hate Play School, but. Stop talking down to me, Benita or whatever your name was. Got enough of that from Mr Smillie in year 9. And Humphrey B. Bear is even more pathetic and wet than I remember, which is pretty hard, because even back then he had the sort of personality that if the year 9 boys caught him behind the toilet block, they'd job him just for being who he was, a creepy mute guy in a bear suit.
Anyone out there got blogs they like? Don't tell me Challies or Pyromaniacs, I know all those US reformed guys. Huh. I'm in a bad mood now. Those links better be good or you'll be hearing about it.
Badders' were pretty good too, but they never update now they have a baby.