Disclaimer: No cats are harmed or actually die in this post – it’s a post about blog content.
My partner, Griz, and I have a private “rating” system with which we assess how fascinating/stimulating/valuable (OR NOT) new acquaintances are as intelligent conversationalists, information sources. The lowest rating one can receive is “The Cat Died…..” spoken in a slow, monotone drawl. (This rating is not intended to discount the true grief pet owners feel at the loss of their loved ones, it’s just a label about conversational content – and I admit, a somewhat elitist value judgment. We’re working on that.)
But here’s the thing. When I was learning to post photos last night (early today), I intentionally selected a cat photo. I know. How boring. Although I do like that particular photo, and the cat for that matter, during the selection process, I actually went through a little internal risk/reward dialog about boring posts. The RISK: no one will read my blog? The REWARD: no one will read my blog. Perversely, I consciously proceeded to post the cat photo. This is the power of a hermit’s resistance to blogging.
