When informed of the Wildebeest’s intention to start a blog, the Turk responded with her ongoing effort to reduce the entire universe to a series of theoretically sound and empirically testable hypotheses worthy of being to submitted to and hopefully accepted by a peer-reviewed journal.
“Why do you want to do that?” she asked.
“Because it would be fun.”
“Why would it be fun?”
“Because it’s fun to write about stuff and have people read it.”
“What makes that fun? I’ve been writing stuff for my dissertation for years and I can’t wait to finish.”
“Well, this is fun writing, not work writing.”
“Why would you write anything for fun? Writing is so much work. If you’re bored, why don’t you put your shoes in the closet where they belong instead of in the middle of the floor?”
“Because I’m busy writing this blog entry.”
“Ok, well what are you going to write about?”
“I don’t know, different things.”
“Like what kind of things?”
“Interesting things that happen to me or opinions I have.”
“Opinions about what?”
“Anything.”
“Ok, so you’re just going to write about some random stuff that you haven’t even thought about yet and then put it on this website?”
“Basically, yes.”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to just write something on a piece of paper and drop it into the middle of the ocean? Probably the same number of people would actually end up reading it.”
“Look, just because it will never be published in Comparative Politics doesn’t mean no one will read it.”
“How is anyone going to find it?”
“I’ll tell them where it is.”
“Who will you tell?”
“My friends and family and stuff.”
“Well, if you have something to say that you think they’ll be interested in, why don’t you just talk to them?”
No match for the Turk’s razor-sharp intellect and her uncanny ability to perpetuate any argument until she gets bored, the Wildebeest is forced to admit that there is in fact very little reason for him to have a blog, and other more important things he could be doing with his time instead. At the same time, there was also very little reason for the producers of “You Can’t Do That On Television” to pour green slime on random actors’ heads during the 1980s, and they made millions of dollars doing it. It is also highly questionable that men actually need nipples, and yet there they are.
So here it is. If you are one of the fortunate few who have actually found it, and if you are among the even fewer who have decided that there is actually something worth reading here, then welcome to the Wildebeest Online.
1 Comment
August 17, 2007 at 10:13 am
Hahaha….. This is great. I’m excited!