Survey: what drives you to write for 9 pounds, at least?

The recent comments about whether we need more outside people, our reasons for taking part in this little human study called a blog, made me curious.

Why do you write on 49£? Is it because

a) you want to write for everyone who reads it;
b) you write for the enjoyment of the others in the group;
c) it gives you a thrill to put random crap up on the Internet;
d) you need an escape from your real life; or
e) other ?

Pondering our not having received the Irish Blogs Award, I realized something interesting for myself: I actually do this for (b)---everything I put into a post is driven, probably without exception, by my interest in sharing stuff with the other LBPs.

As I type stuff in I have absolutely no thoughts about Joe Random Human Being who may come upon a 49£ page because Google decided the choice of words looked kind of similar to what one of us wrote. I have some weird sense of comradery towards you-all, even thought I really don't know very many of you particularly well. As we get more chances to meet up face-to-face I find I know you a bit better, but at the same time I don't expect to actually know all of you. It would seem to be self-defeating to not have some level of mystery in place.

Anyway, back on topic: please share what you think is your primary reason for writing on here. Maybe after a couple of minutes thinking about it you'll discover (as I did) that your actual reason is not what you're expecting?

The Polar Opposite of Good Customer Service

Customer service has reached a new low: if you complain enough on your blog about lost luggage, adolescent employees involved will decide to show you who's boss---by harassing you with "anonymous" subscriptions to gay dating services. It might work unless you happen to be a prominent blogger in Ireland, who is also technically savvy and can read an IP address. The company even served him with papers to remove his blog posts---pushing free speach to the fore and keeping the odds firmly in favor of the friend and not the foe.

Not much worse

Than being out with a few friends for dinner (and more than a few bottles of wine), and having all these great things mentioned and thinking "Hey, I need to blog that!" Then the next day realizing you have no idea what everyone was talking about after about 10pm.

Bloggin' 'bout my generation

A great comic is available from xkcd: A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language; doesn't fit on our pages, but you can visit it at http://xkcd.com/c274.html