Comments on: How Blogging is Just Like Eating Frosted Mini-Wheats

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Thu, 28 Jul 2005 15:03:54 +0000

[...] Just don’t get me started on how blogging and eating cereal are one in the same. Because I’ve done that before and I ain’t gonna do it again! [...]

By: Diann

Diann — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

“So is the taste of revenge as you write entries about all your ex’es, and their habits and hairy backs and horrific manners and annoying personality quirks.”

Oh oh, now I know you’re talking about me! (except I never talked about anyone’s hairy back…)

It’s called 365 days a year of nonstop content served up fresh, eventually you run out of ideas
(guilty conscience)

By: collena

collena — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

Thank you for sharing your (april 1st?) epiphany. It’s all very true. It’s when imaginary friends become real, comment-y and feedbackish, that I had to cut and run. So yin and yang, who am I doing it for, me or them? Got to be like work, but you make it look easy. In fact, yes, your frosted mini-wheat metaphor just might bring me back to it.

By: Pauly D

Pauly D — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

If only sugar-coated breakfast cereal could speak volumes to EVERYONE on this earth. Maybe then, people in Iraq would be throwing Fruity Pebbles instead of rocks.

Wow, that was so profound.

By: Hans

Hans — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

OOOOOH, this is such an mahooosive area of human nature its unreal. I reckon multi cheerios are a bit closer to all that is Blogville. You could write a book on this (in fact i may), comment envy, post envy, blog envy, visitor statistic envy, then theres cyber relationships, now dont get me started on that one. lol

By: Will

Will — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

“Mini-Wheats are also fragile, like your ego when you don’t get enough comments on a post.”

Amen to that! My blog has been up since January and you, Paul, are one of the only five people to ever comment. And one of those five was my aunt! Every evening my spirits are lifted by the thought of a new comment, then smashed by its absence. What do I have to do for you people? Do you expect me to bleed?!

…Sorry, that got a little out of hand. You have to understand that I am a very lonely person.

By: Pat

Pat — Tue, 30 Nov 1999 00:00:00 +0000

This man speaks the truth.