Whenever I hear the word "blog" I want to throw up. This word sounds like British slang for a roasted turkey. "I just put the blog in the oven." Or "There's a chance of rain today with some blogging later in the evening." When I think of a blogger I envision a liberal, whiny, underweight fresh-out-of-college youth who feverishly pecks away at his Macbook, detailing the injustices of planet Earth while sitting on his discounted modern chair in his New York City studio while holding a Tazo chai tea iced latte with soy milk in one hand and killing a roach via university edition of the Webster's dictionary with the other. Blogs are about what some housewife had for lunch today whereas writing is of importance. Yeah yeah, I know that's not completely true, but come on, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are not significant and I don't care what anyone else thinks. The internet makes it way too easy for people who can't form coherent sentences in real life to express their dull views or chronicle every mundane detail which transpired during their walk from the cubicle to the water cooler to the snack machine because spellcheck and dictionary.com just make it so damn easy for everyone to have a voice of their own. Not everyone deserves a voice of their own.