Did you ever subscribe to a feed just because it’s one of those blogs you’re supposed to read…only to wade through several days of posts with your eyes glazing over before saying “who needs this soporific” and unsubscribing? I’m not naming names, or hurling urls. You know which ones they are.
Then you come across a blog that nobody has ever heard about, but it grabs your eye. Yes, it’s got you by your vitreous humor and it’s not letting go. You find yourself wasting precious time reading all of the recent posts. You can’t really say what attracts you about the site — there’s something in the writer’s style — is it engaging? surprising? Who knows. You end up subscribing, against the protests of your bulging feed reader.
The next day, and the day after that, you eagerly seek the author’s new posts in your aggregator. You wonder if your initial assessment of the content will prove hasty — but you aren’t disappointed. It’s still good stuff. Better yet, you get into a comment/trackback banter with the author, and you find that entertaining as well.
Of course I’m talking about Look! Tracy has a Camera. Tracy has offbeat, humorous thoughts about the most mundane things — with pictures! Like this one. And this one. And especially this one. And I see that today Tracy is Randy Charles Morin’s Blogger of the Day. Congratulations, Tracy! Nice choice, Randy.
What is that essence of humor anyway? That ability to sift through all of the normal to find the deranged? Part of it is in being able to give voice to what you really think inside. Most of us were taught to suppress that, to be polite. Hanging on in quiet desperation and all. You gotta let your desperation have a voice. Get in touch with your inner psycho. For instance, a boring blogger would say something like:
I have a dentist appointment this afternoon, so I won’t be blogging again until tomorrow.
Thankzzz for the update.
But interesting bloggers reveal more of what is going on inside:
I have a dentist appointment this afternoon. I often wonder what would happen if the dentist’s office experienced a power surge while the drill is buzzing through my tooth. Would the increased RPM’s drill right down through my jaw? Or would the voltage spike cause the current to jump from the device and into my fillings, sending me to “ride the light” mouth-first? What if my dentist has an epileptic seizure and carves up my mouth like a jack-o-lantern?
OK, I’m off. If you don’t hear from me by tomorrow, I bequeath my blog to the research lab of the Centers for Applied Paranoia.