It has been quite some time since I have posted, and for that I do not apologize. I had been concerned of late that the ole Robbyblog was degenerating into nothing more than a photo dump for pictures of the most beautiful childe ever, and that I was just going to be repeating themes after a little over two years of blogging. Does anybody really care about my continued weight loss, trips to the renaissance faire, my relationships and my career? Do I even care enough about these events to re-hash them in written format for web digestion? Has the Robbyblog just become the ongoing version of those awful "family bulletins" that are included in holiday greeting cards, or is it really something more?
So, like my heros of rap, Run DMC, who made their career not out of busting caps in gangstas or slapping bitches and hos, but who rapped about rapping, I sit before you now in the most circular and perhaps futile effort of the blogging world, I am blogging about blogging. Is this really what it has come to? Perhaps it is time to retire the blog, and see if I can manage to stay in touch with people by actually talking to them or at the very least sending them personal electronic correspondence. Maybe not. I am not sure.
I have "met" new and interesting people from blogging, but not anybody I am likely to meet or interact with apart from the blogosphere. Are these new and interesting people actually my friends? Are they virtual friends? Is that really air I'm breathing?
Robbyblog, I hear the bell tolling for thee. For now, a picture of Millie to keep you company until I can decide if there is something "worth" writing about tomorrow.