Blog Sharing?

- is that an indecent proposal?

You know, blogging is a really strange way of thinking. You sit down and sort out your thoughts, and as they solidify you write them down like markers, and try to move up a bit higher – sort of like rock climbing. You reach out with your mind grasping for a solid hand or foothold, and when you find one you write it down, putting your weight on it, and then try to move up to the next level, building/climbing on that.

That sounds too noble really . . . Maybe it is more like laundry, and trying on clothes until you find one that fits you and then you wear it around awhile until it begins to stink, and then you think maybe you should try on something different that maybe fits you better.

Lol. That sounds much less noble, does it not?

Someone recently mentioned perhaps our blogging together, like dueling banjos, I suppose. . . So I’ve been trying to get my mind around how that would actually work.

Would it be like the two of us trying to fit into the same shirt? I mean, if there are pre-arranged topics, wouldn’t it be like ‘yes, today we are both going to fit into this same pair of pants and blog about whatever it is like wearing them together, so you get our two different perspectives on the same thing.’ Am I the more crazy, insane, and imaginative, one about wearing these pants, or do you prefer reading about how they chafe the other blogger? Meh.

I don’t know. . .Pre-arranged topics seem a bit competitive, not to mention controlling. I don’t really want to be TOLD what to blog about.

For instance, if I were told to blog about ‘pants wearing’ today, but I really want to blog about fuzzy squirrels taunting me from tree limbs, what am I going to do? Ha! I say the squirrels stole the pants off of me, and I blog about running around my front yard bare naked from the waist down, while the squirrels all taunt me and throw things down at me, that’s what. . . I mean, a guy could get arrested doing that. See, it’s not safe. It’s just not safe.

So what if we take turns then, and the other blogger writes something, and then I respond to it? How would that work? Probably the other blogger would end up hating me, yes? I mean, I’m sure I would take whatever the subject is and just gleefully go impossible places with it. . . It would end up like a big blogging-version of ‘truth or dare.’

Hmmmm. Actually, that might become edgy and draw a crowd and become quite popular. – but, who wants to be on that hot seat and have someone else determine what I should blog about? Not me. It might pay well though . . . I mean, we could maybe host ads on our site for ladies facial cream and stuff. (Because if we make people laugh a lot, readers would fear facial laugh lines. So, advertising ladies facial cream on our site would just be a natural, right? Yes. Obviously.)

It better pay well. It sounds like a sentence to some kind of hell to be stuck playing ‘truth or dare’ forever . . . I mean, there are probably only so many sexual fantasies a person can possibly blog about, before you are just changing the names and locations, right? But, we might end up compiling them all into a book, and then sell lots of copies. . .wow, I better keep my options on this open. (Not to even mention all the other ‘products’ we could then advertise on our dirty site. . . hmmmm.)

I dunno. I figure, I could do a shared blog to be more popular and make money, but surely there must be other reasons. . . . waiting. . . waiting. . . thinking about it. . . .

Well, what if I share a blog to get to know somebody better? Yeah. Like what if I shared a blog with a girl in California? Yeah, she lives in a whole different culture, see? She prances around in a bikini all day, and she spends most of her time rubbing suntan lotion on everything not covered up by her bikini, whenever she’s not blogging or tweeting. So, yeah. She could blog about the problem of always getting sand stuck between her toes, and that would all be very curious to me . . . Or what is it like to be marching in weekly gay pride parades, and how does everybody out there die their hair purple and steely blue? All still fascinating to me. That might work, at least for awhile.

But what if I was like sharing a blog to try and develop a relationship? I dunno. I might be tempted to spend all my time blogging about cute fuzzy bunnies, or writing to demonstrate how sensitive and caring I am . . . That would probably reak. Because I suck at relationships anyway, and that’s probably why. People would end up begging the two of us to just please only blog about whatever the word for today is. . . and give up the romantic two-step, I reckon. (They don’t say ‘I reckon’ in California, see, so I thought maybe people would find that fascinating. Do you?)

Hey, my writing might improve. It could all inspire me and make me write more often. It could be like “iron sharpeneth iron,” you know? (Well probably you don't, but be patient, because I really want to work this in here.) We could be like rough steely metal files and drag ourselves across each other’s sharp delicate blades to give each other even more sharp shiny edges. (See, that was good. It was worth being patient for.) . . . I dunno. (It's probably just a writer's thing.) Do I really need to be more edgy? I could hurt myself if I become too sharp. I don’t really want to become so aware, that I get twitchy . . . I drink coffee for that. Blogging also, could just be too much.

I might suddenly start caring about my incomplete sentences, and actually look up proper punctuation. She might be a free spirit like me, and our blogging together might give each of us permission to be even less grammatical and more creative . . . We might each start mushing words together into new ones, and feel compelled to each say new things, and create new words that don’t even exist yet, and push ourselves right into a whole new vocabulary! . . . Then when I go to get my car tags renewed, they might call for a translator to come over, because they won’t understand me or anything that I say. *shudder*