Tonight, a visitor to the DFWWW said she’d found my blog about Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs inspirational. And can I just say how cool that is? It’s great that something that inspired me lead me to write something that inspired someone else.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I still can’t get over the position I find myself in. People care what I have to say. My thoughts and opinions, for better or worse, can have an effect on others. I’ve been quoted, gang. In a modern age where anyone with a computer and a blog likes to pretend that everyone in the world hangs on their every word, I have at least a few examples where some random thing I wrote in the middle of the night (like I’m doing right now) got someone’s attention. Hopefully in a good way.
The irony is right now I’m blogging about blogging. And you’re reading my blog about blogging. Maybe for an extra level of weirdness, you could blog about my blog about blogging someday.
Is there a point to this thing beyond that? I don’t know. I guess it’s more of an observation about the strangeness of my position. For lack of a better term, I am a (very) minor celebrity, a role-model to some, a devil-may-care rogue to others, a friend to children everywhere (or is that Gamera, the jet powered giant turtle? I get us confused sometime), a curmudgeon with a heart of gold, a clown with a poet’s soul, a dinobot trapped in a human’s body, an outlaw hunting outlaws, a dude who could seriously write all the above and expect that more than a few people will actually read it.
Stay in school, kids!
Fighting the good fight, Writing the good write,