Oh, shut up, Mary Schmich. (login: poundy/poundy) If that stupid sunscreen column you’d written a few years ago had been a blog entry instead of in the Tribune and in that dumbass Baz Luhrmann song, you would have peed yourself with joy over your own site traffic. And if you’d had a blog your column probably wouldn’t have been ripped off and attributed to Kurt Vonnegut in an email forward, either.
I’m just a little tired of this old joke that weblogs are the primary source of insipid pointless who-the-hell-asked-you blather. Because the other night I spent three hours in a hospital waiting room with only a copy of O Magazine and, O yes, I can now prove otherwise.
