Being insane alone isn't ever enough. You have to share it with the world.
Several of my friends have asked me why I blog (after they've asked me what the aytch a "blog thingy" is). I admit, this particular blog is mostly process, rather than product, as thought is applied. I use this site to put together or pull apart that which I am considering using for my weekly column in the Review Atlas (which the editors print, at no cost to me). I also use it simply to think.
So far, since I'm obviously not one of the deepest thinkers, nor am I at the epicenter of political upheaval, I don't get a lot of action in my comments. It doesn't worry me greatly. I'd like it if folks put in their $.02, and not just for the satisfaction of knowing that somebody deems my writing worthy of making the effort to provide commentary. Sometimes, like most people, I have a completely idiotic notion, and when nobody offers comments, it becomes that much harder to disabuse me of said notion.
Nevertheless, when I post a seemingly pointless article, or if I make some peculiar, non-sequitur statement, it's simply another can of blog food opened to feed the beast that devours my days.
Which brings me to this witty must-read column by Joel Achenbach at the WaPo, which La Shawn Barber linked in all brilliance. Achenbach knows how to treat this beast.