Hello again, people. So, I asked the lovely Louise how often bloggers blog. She said every day. Every day? Every friggin day? No way. Hey, I'm as big a windbag as the next guy but I just don't have that much to say. I'm going to have to start interviewing people or something. Quoting someone, citing known facts, anything. I sure as hell don't want to have to do any research here. Once again I ask myself, as in so many other times in my unplanned and chaotic life, just what the hell have I gotten myself into?

Help me out here, someone. I’ve never read any blogs, don’t know what’s expected. My talented son Rob, the guy who created this web site and encouraged me to blog, tells me I can talk about whatever I feel like; hobbies, people, music, the news, baseball, whatever. Well, I don’t have any hobbies I feel like sharing with the world. I don’t shove model ships into little bottles, tie my own fishing lures or paint or mess with toy trains or anything like that.

The news is pretty depressing, music is better heard than discussed and baseball is already over-dissected by sports writers and the hairdo boys on sports TV. There’s always people. There’s lots and lots of interesting ones around. Perhaps I’ll get to them in future blogs. But right now I want to ask somebody to invent a better word for blog. It’s a lousy sounding word. Creepy, even. Does it stand for something? Should it be B.L.O.G.? And what would that acronym stand for? Big, Long, Overblown Gasbags? Or is it B-log? That would make sense for me since my name is Bob. What about a guy named Fred? Flog? Or Sally? Slog?

There’s got to be a better term. E-chronicles? Web diary? I don’t know, Diary sounds so teenaged girl to me. Not that I object to teenaged girls or their diaries, mind you. They make the world a better place. It’s just that I never kept a diary. Anything’s better than blog, though. Blog just sounds so 1950’s low budget sci-fi film. I can hear it now in that whiny high-pitched voice: “People of Earth! People of Earth! Remain in your homes! Remain in your homes! We are from the Planet Blog and we mean you no harm! Resistance will be crushed! People of Earth! Do not fear the Bloggers!”

See what I mean? Until a couple of days ago I was a singer, a musician and a writer. Just some guy from Brooklyn going about his business. Now I’m a damned blogger all of a sudden. It’s not right, people, it’s just not right! You just know the term was invented by some creep with no life at all. Fine for him, he stays in his house all day watching Star Trek reruns and playing video games. He’s happy if all he gets called is a blogger. I have a life, dammit, and a family and neighbors and friends for crying out loud! Now they’re all going to know that I’m a blogger. Will people point and whisper and stare when I’m out and about? Will little children flee?

Well, I guess I am a damned blogger ‘cause here I am blogging like some damned fool. But I’m not blogging every day, I’ll tell you that. I’ve got other stuff to do. Besides, what would I write about if I never did stuff? Well, I guess I did okay today writing about nothing in particular. Not so hard. Could I really get away with doing nothing all day? Maybe I’m getting the hang of this, maybe even getting to like it. It certainly doesn’t make you break a sweat. Maybe, just maybe… hhmmm…. PEOPLE OF EARTH! PEOPLE OF EARTH…