And that is what I am now: a blogger in this blogosphere. All sorts of studies could be done on me, and could be neatly labeled under the category 'blogology.'
Just what sort of word is 'blog'? Originally from web-log, I suppose, the initial, communal prefix has been excised to create it; although it could also be said that 'we blog.' And that is what we bloggers do: blog. For a bit, I shall compose some neo-blogisms.
I'd like to say that I go blogging once every morning, when the air is crisp and I have just stretched my fingers and straightened my back and tied my laces. Just a brisk blog, nothing more. Afterwards, I have my coffee.
Or perhaps I go check out the next city blog, which is ten blogs away, swinging on my world wide webs from post to post.
Maybe I accidentally drip some blog onto my shirt after taking a bite of my egg-blog sandwich. Its golden, congealed yolk makes for some amusement at the neighborhood blog party.
Once, I got blogged out of my house. The firemen were not happy when they had to knock the door down for me. I had gone blogging without my keys. Silly me.
Blog! That tastes horrible! Get me some water.
At any rate, I b-log to you, and you b-log to me. That's how this sort of thing works. We b-log to each other.
Blog. Blog. Blog. Captain's Blog, Stardate 03112011:
Hello fellow bloggers. I am living da vida roca. Ricky Martin, watch out.
