I was going to blog about being a Blogaholic. Not for myself (I don’t have a problem) but as a courtesy to the rest of you. I mean as a public service kindness to others who might not recognize the warning signs.
Being the studious researcher I am (I am), I searched Red Room to see if other members came up with my original word, “Blogaholic.” There was a hit for a member who called his wife a Blogaholic. (Don’t worry, I’m not telling her but I must warn you it’s out there.)
Even with only one blog mentioning Blogaholics on Red Room, I couldn’t give my unique, expert opinion on Blogaholics, before I Googled “Blogaholic.”
There were only 152,000 hits for links to original folks like myself. (My favorite is blogaholic.net, a test site, which started Sunday November 20th, 2005. It includes “Your guide to the 12 steps, our experience, strength and hope.” Nobody joined. Who said I was laughing? Computer addiction isn’t funny.)
Blogging about Blogaholics was out.
What to do?
Of course. Blog about the top ten reasons a person needs to join Blog-Anon. (For our, I mean your friends and family—you know, people whose lives are affected because they love a Blogaholic.)
Being the studious researcher I am (I am), I searched Red Room to see if other members thought of my original word, “Blog-Anon.” Bingo. Not one person. (Well, if you did think of it you should have blogged about it.)
Even with no hits on Red Room for Blog-Anon, I couldn’t give my unique, expert opinion on Blog-Anon, before I Googled, “Blog-Anon.”
Ah, only 4,880 hits. Not surprising. Not much need for Blog-Anon since everybody jokes about Blogaholics but nobody admits they’re one. Hey, this sounds familiar.
What to do?
Of course. Blog about two questions, that correctly answered, prove you aren’t a Blogaholic.
1. You’ve never, ever blogged more than once a day.
2. You've inserted a Haiku poem at the end of your blog about the dangers of blogging, because your damn neighbors’ actions interrupted your train of thought when you were forced to close your windows on a beautiful fall day.
Wind blows their last kiss.
Rakes rearrange in neat drifts;
Fire steals their last gift.
Not sure about the rest of you but I passed. Not that I had anything to worry about.
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