Feeding Rocks to Chickens

Here's what I think of most blogs...they're a waste of time...but for some reason we (we'll everyone except me) all love spending hours reading them.

It's like feeding rocks to chickens. This is my bloggerific moment I had today that made me realize what a waste of time blogs really are. I must give credit where it is due...my daughter Mia taught me this lesson.

So we were outside in the front yard and Mia wanted to go see the chickens. Now I'm not a big fan of chickens and many people know I definitely detest pigeons so I was glad that they were in their coop. Mia, after trying to feed the chickens some bugs and flowers, decided she would feed the chickens little pebbles.

She picked up a tiny pebble, waddled over to the fence and dropped the pebble in front of a chicken. The dumb bird started pecking at the ground, trying to eat it. Of course the hen soon realized it was a pebble and stopped her futile action. Lesson learned right?

Well Mia thought this was fantastic and looked at me and said, "moow?" which anyone knows means "more" in toddlerspeak.

I thought what the heck...this won't last too long...the chicken will start to get the trick and will ignore her after 2 or 3 times.

Boy, did I ever overestimate the intelligence of chickens.

Every time Mia would pick up a tiny pebble with her tiny fingers and drop it by the chicken the stupid bird would peck at it thinking it was food. It never learned it's lesson...

The sad thing was after a three or four times of this happening more chickens joined in on the fun. Soon Mia had a bunch of chickens to feed and instead of "feed the chickens" lasting only 4 minutes it went on for about 15.

That's when it hit me what a colossal waste of time this was...not for Mia (she was having fun) but for the chickens because they weren't going to get anything out of this except blunted beaks and disappointment.

So mercifully I put a stop to this time-wasting by telling Mia she could watch a Barney DVD....

Anyways, read into this story what you will...

whatever...

Why I don't like blogs...

Here's a taste of irony to go along with the cheese on your screen...i'm writing a blog about why i don't like blogs.

The reason i've been so adverse to blogging is that most blogs are these over-the-top (thought i'd work in another circus reference) intellectual musings, deep insights or other pretentious (took me three tries to even spell that word) crap that people think will make them look smart or clever like a guru. This is especially true with religious-emergent-christian-conversations or political-ideology-i-just-took-polisci 1o1 and now i'm an expert in my dorm room blogs. Of course the culturally aware ones aren't that far behind.

Okay I think I know some pretty clever people and we never have conversations like people have on blogs. Maybe I'm missing the whole point of blogging, that it allows you to be smarter than most people care about.

But then again there's millions of those blogs and only one of mine so I'm probably as confused as a post modernist at a celebration of the Meta-Narrative conference...

whatever...

I'm finally blogging...big deal...

okay... So I'm already a decade behind with blogging. What's the big deal anyways? Seems like I'm actually so far behind because I'm only blogging now and not MySpacing or Facebooking or Wordpressing or Nutcracking or whatever it is people do online.

I love technology but I've never seen the point of all of this. Why should you care what book some guy in outer Nepal is reading? Of course not too many people in outer Nepal have access to the internet (or even books or electricity) so it might be of some interest or amusement. My wife is already onto Facebook and has like a gazillion friends. I doubt anyone will comment on this...

big deal...

So here's my entry for the day. Our city of 90 000 people in Central Europe, Slovakia has two circuses right now. Can you believe that? Two circuses...and get this, they are both from THE CZECH REPUBLIC! Wow, that's amazing coordination and cultural planning.

Who needs one Czech Circus let alone two, let alone at the same time? I'll bet there will be clown makeup shed on the streets of Nitra tonight. How do circuses fight anyways? Do they shoot midgets at each other or see who has the ugliest bearded woman?

Whatever...



My quote for the day: Sometimes bad things happen not because of God or the Devil but because people are stupid