Blog is a shortened version of “web log”. B-log. I get it, but I still don’t like it. I prefer the term wog. Wog has a warm, fuzzy element totally lacking in blog. “Hey, everyone, I’m wogging!” (Sounds like jogging, but without the knee pain.) Wog brings to mind something fuzzy and warm, like a puppy. “Look at the adorable little wog! I will love him and hug him and squeeze him and name him George!”
Alas, since I’m certain the universe will not drop the word blog in favor of wog, I suppose we’re stuck with it. In that event, I guess this is a good a time to tell our Underground readers I’m adopting a wog... I mean starting a blog.
I’m no stranger to blogging. I had a few over the past few years, but, they’re dead now. One died of neglect, one was devoured by trolls, and one I had to put down because, well, it got a little out of hand. I buried them in the backyard next to the cat.
This time it’s going to be different, I promise. I’m going to make sure this blog has all its shots, a collar in case it gets lost, and will be fed and watered every week. I will love it, and hug it and squeeze it and name it George.
Naw.... actually, it’s just going to be called my blog. I might rename it if something catchy pops into my head at 2 in the morning. If you want to read the debut post click here and take a look. If you like what you see, keep checking back every Wednesday for a new installment.
I know what my editor, AB, is thinking: “This blog is your responsibility, Brian. You have to take care of it, take it for walks, and clean up after it.” Yes, AB, I promise I’ll take care of it.
Anyway, there isn’t any room left in my backyard to bury another wog.