Electronic Ephemera

I've been traipsing around the interwebs while Scott's asleep (has to rest up for his next 12 hour day; attorneys and hippies really should not cohabit), looking at profiles of other Bloggers who like some of the same stuff as I do.

So many funny, interesting people out there; I'm in love with most of them, just reading their brief, extemporaneous shouts to the wind. Sadly, hardly any of them blog more than a half dozen times before disappearing into the aether.

I wonder if they think about their little words, set adrift in the world with nothing to support them. I wonder if they consider that someone --- me --- came across their post and was charmed, was curious about them, was disappointed to see that their lovely little note to the world was last updated over a year ago.

I could make a career of finding all the lost blogs and posting encouraging comments. Of course, this assumes that bloggers stop blogging because they feel unread and unappreciated, and that a note from a complete stranger would have any impact on their desire to write whatsoever. Lots of people, myself included, don't post because they don't have time or they simply don't have anything clever to say. (Strangely, this exact circumstance stops some bloggers not at all.) Sometimes it's just too much work to log on, think of any topic at all, and then string a bunch of words together coherently. Right?

This is probably just me in one of my moods, the one that make me avoid the market when the senior citizens are apt to be out; the one that make me obsess on all the dogs in the world that need good homes until I have a panic attack. The one that makes me worry and fret about the happiness of complete strangers.

But, if you're out there and you stumble upon this and you think to yourself, 'I used to have a blog!', I might have read it in the middle of the night, and found you to be darling and funny and wise. I might have thoroughly enjoyed it and wished you had written more.