Friday, March 16, 2007

One Flu Over The Rainbow...



I am on the tail end of a pretty nasty flu bug. One that knocked me around good for about five days and then just settled in my muscles and hung around just enough to make me fatigued easily and grumpy.

The weather has been grand, and I've tried to take advantage of it, but everything I've done so far has ended with me having to have a sit down and a rest.

I gotta tell you, that is not like me at all.

Anyway, I am finally coming around. I stuck my nose out into the cyberworld a bit today, and I trimmed all our hedges this morning.

Being sick has given me a grumpy edge and even the cyberworld has made me a bit indignant.

I see great writing ignored and thoughtful bloggers skimmed over. I see...

OK. Now I've stopped myself. (I really make a lousy ranter.)

But what I want to know is, besides tracking down the originators of spam robots and giving them wedgies, anybody got any good ideas how to make the act of blogging better and more beneficial?

In my present state of mind, all I see are the limitations and people struggling to be heard.

Maybe tomorrow I'll see differently.

12 comments:

Jeannie said...

Unfortunately, blogging is probably like any other aspiration out there. If you want to be heard on a large scale you have to be into shameless self-promotion. Or be attached to some other publication. Or been in on the ground floor. Or already famous for something else. Or just so good that everyone links to you so that eventually everyone else finds you.
Unfortunately, I don't believe the best bloggers will be world-renowned any more than I believe the greatest athletes will get to the olympics because it often depends on timing, support, opportunity and money. It just doesn't always come together. Are there even scouts out there looking for the next greatest blogger ever?
Perhaps we could encourage each other to file our links under headings so our readers don't have to click on a bunch of links they have no interest in to find something they will. I have no idea if this is even what you are asking. Because sometimes I'm thick and miss stuff that's obvious. But actually, I like the idea of link headings. I think I've seen them elsewhere so it's not even my idea. Damn.

Hammer said...

Glad to hear you're feeling better. My flu just ended to day after day 13. Bad stuff.

Blogging reminds me of the karaoke bar. People want to sing well, sing good songs and be entertaining. They also want the audience to look up from their booze once in a while to smile and applaud.

Finding the right groove and getting all the pieces to fall into place doesn't happen all the time. When it does, blogging feels worthwhile.

Cheesy said...

I'm not sure what you mean by benifical... to you or the world at large? If just one person comments that something I have posted touched them in some way, I smile. That in itself makes it benifical to me. I started out just as a way to put the thoughts I have in print, like a diary or journal. But as time goes on I have amassed a few friends and regular readers and sometimes I find myself posting things that not only made me smile or cry or angered me, but I find I think things like " oh so in so will LOVE this!"

I believe as long as you get joy from or release joy to others or make them think... it's worth the long baling wire dial up page loads... plus you can go poo while waiting lol.. [that comment cracked me up sir!]

Nancy Dancehall said...

Van Gogh toiled in obscurity.

That's all I got, besides a burgeoning case of the flu.

Scott from Oregon said...

Well, Cheesy... What I meant was more speaking in generalities.

Remember walking down the hallway in High School, during a break, and instead of just seeing people you caught glimpses of all the nuanced games and politics and cliques and what-nots... and then you look over and see the true unhappiness in some kids' face you've never noticed before?

It's like you see the game and the winners and the losers and the underlying structure of it all and it makes you want to hurry up and graduate?

I'm gonna say sort of like that, but not exactly.

I agree that the glass is mostly (but not completely)half full. Perhaps not having felt well is causing me to look at the bottom half of the glass too?

Anyway, three cheers to all who share, out there. And a woohoohoo...

Scott from Oregon said...

Hope it ain't the one I had, Miss Pants...

Flat Coke and Flies said...

My only blog advice to anyone....post lots of pictures.

Irene said...

Hope you feel better, Scott! You can't let yourself get sick during NAGOBOOMO. :p

Jean said...

More beneficial?...I had a long answer that ended up not making much sense, so I deleted it. Need sleep.

Hope you finish getting better soon.

Cheesy said...

hehe In high school all I got were side glimpes of others waists... I am so glad I finally grew taller in college!
But I think I understand what you mean.. kind of like when I drive in a neighborhood at night... look at the houses that have lights on and wonder... what do those people think and do.. whats going on behind those closed doors? Do they sit and waste away the hours alone? Or I see a sad kiddo on the street as I work... and wonder "what could I do to make this young face smile?" Those are moments that kill me a little inside. I have to admit.. I like it if something I can personally do makes someone glad they had contact with my world.

btw Scott... send me your email addy and Ill get those beach links and info to you...

cheesewoods@gmail.com

Jeannie said...

Ahhh - like high school. Well I'm still as oblivious as I was then.

it's the little things... said...

Your comment about seeing the true unhappiness in a kid's face reminds me of a true story that happened at my high school.
I saw that look on a boy's face once.
My friend moved over to make fun of the way he was walking, and I suddenly yelled at her fiercely to leave him alone.
He brought 3 guns to school the following week, shot and killed the favorite teacher and wounded several students.
This was in 1982, in Las Vegas, when and where such things did not happen with the regularity they seem to now.
His name was Pat Lizotte.