The Scotsman on blogging
I was having a conversation about blogging with The Scotsman last night.
"So who's going to read this weblog thingy?"
"Well, I don't know. Other bloggers, hopefully. people who find it through search engines?"
"Have you ever heard of anybody else with a weblog?"
"There are thousands. And some are very well known. Take Scary Duck, he won an award from The Guardian, huge numbers of people visit his site, he's done interviews on the radio and everything, he even sells merchandise."
"Scary Duck? Scary Duck? Does everybody with a weblog have to have a silly name? You're Strangeblueghost, he's Scary Duck. Why? I bet he's not scary and he's not a duck," believe it or not, The Scotsman has never seen the site and that's actually what he said, "so why won't he use his real name?"
"His real name is on the site. It's Alistair. Some people just like to have a different name to be part of the blogging community."
"But you'd never do that with normal friends, would you? I mean, if we got invited to a party, and we kept telling people we met that we were Strangeblueghost and The Scotsman, people would look at us strangely and slowly back away." At about this point I wonder whether to expound on the fact that it makes people a lot easier to find through search engines; the genius of being called Scary Duck is that, in the absence of a rash of sites being set up to help people with duckophobia, Scary Duck can always be found, but The Scotsman is into his stride.
"And why am I called The Scotsman? It's not very exciting, is it? If you're allowed to make up your own name, why can't I be Big Fierce Bear or Pouncing Tiger?" For a minute I think he might suggest Dances With Wolves.
"Anyway, Boris Johnson's got a blog." It's also about the only thing I've got in common with Boris Johnson, apart from slightly untidy blonde hair, and it's not as if a Tory MP is any sort of hero in our household, but I'm clutching at straws.
"Ooh, what does he call himself?"
"Er...Boris Johnson."
"So who's going to read this weblog thingy?"
"Well, I don't know. Other bloggers, hopefully. people who find it through search engines?"
"Have you ever heard of anybody else with a weblog?"
"There are thousands. And some are very well known. Take Scary Duck, he won an award from The Guardian, huge numbers of people visit his site, he's done interviews on the radio and everything, he even sells merchandise."
"Scary Duck? Scary Duck? Does everybody with a weblog have to have a silly name? You're Strangeblueghost, he's Scary Duck. Why? I bet he's not scary and he's not a duck," believe it or not, The Scotsman has never seen the site and that's actually what he said, "so why won't he use his real name?"
"His real name is on the site. It's Alistair. Some people just like to have a different name to be part of the blogging community."
"But you'd never do that with normal friends, would you? I mean, if we got invited to a party, and we kept telling people we met that we were Strangeblueghost and The Scotsman, people would look at us strangely and slowly back away." At about this point I wonder whether to expound on the fact that it makes people a lot easier to find through search engines; the genius of being called Scary Duck is that, in the absence of a rash of sites being set up to help people with duckophobia, Scary Duck can always be found, but The Scotsman is into his stride.
"And why am I called The Scotsman? It's not very exciting, is it? If you're allowed to make up your own name, why can't I be Big Fierce Bear or Pouncing Tiger?" For a minute I think he might suggest Dances With Wolves.
"Anyway, Boris Johnson's got a blog." It's also about the only thing I've got in common with Boris Johnson, apart from slightly untidy blonde hair, and it's not as if a Tory MP is any sort of hero in our household, but I'm clutching at straws.
"Ooh, what does he call himself?"
"Er...Boris Johnson."
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