Jayeless

As you may have noticed, I haven’t been my normal self since Wordpress 2.5.1 ate all my posts. Formerly a relatively frequent “blogger”, I have degenerated to the point where I’ve written one full-length post this month, and it was basically a transcript of what I heard on the radio! I said at the New Year that I wanted to rethink how I wrote, and that’s kind of the process I’m going through now. Despite all my thinking, though, I have no idea how I want this blog to continue.

For the five years up until this point, this blog and all its predecessors were a hodgepodge of whatever I wanted to write. In grade five, I treated it as I would a personal diary, but with strangers potentially reading it. It was only last year that I realised that the purpose of a blog isn’t really to act as a diary, even though it can be used that way; blogs are primarily around to entertain others. But how do I entertain others? What is so entertaining about me that others will fall over themselves to read my entries? Yeah, um, nothing. I’m not comedy central. I’m not a fountain of useful information. I offer no unique insight to anything. My creative writing, on the rare occasions I publish it, are not great works of literature.

I might just be being hard on myself, or I might be accurate in my assessments and need to give this whole “blogging” thing some serious consideration. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, by which I mean “since before all the entries got eaten”, I’d really appreciate a comment to say why you follow(ed) my blog, and which entries you prefer(red). If nothing else, having a few opinions will help me work out what I “should” be writing about, and in which direction I should take this hollow shell of a blog!

I was awakened this morning by my radio, as I am nearly every morning. This morning, however, I was not awakened by some godawful “song” nor by a stupid ad. I was awoken by the words, “Victoria’s teachers are going to be the best-paid in the country!” This sounded like something I ought to listen to, so rather than hitting the snooze button, rolling over and going back to sleep — my usual course of action — I left the radio playing, rolled over, and listened.

“Congratulations, teachers, you won! Now there won’t have to be any strikes any more, and our children can get an uninterrupted education again!”

“So, if we have any teachers listening to us today, we’d like you to call up and tell us what YOU think of Mr Brumby’s changes. Are you happy or not?”

“Umm. Why would any of them be unhappy?”

“Well, I’m sure there’s at least one teacher in the state who’s not happy.”

“What? Do they want more money? Well, get over it, teachers, you’re the best-paid in the country now!” Read on…