Squeal Again

We’re nuts. Bloggers, that is (registration required).

For some, it [blogging] becomes an obsession. Such bloggers often feel compelled to write several times daily and feel anxious if they don't keep up. As they spend more time hunkered over their computers, they neglect family, friends and jobs. They blog at home, at work and on the road. They blog openly or sometimes, like Mr. Wiggins, quietly so as not to call attention to their habit.

Does that mean bloggers have become a protected class? Will there be a twelve-step program?

Of course, most of those millions are abandoned or, at best, maintained infrequently. For many bloggers, the novelty soon wears off and their persistence fades.

Ignore it, says the Gray Bag Lady. It'll go away. They don't have the stomach for it. It’s just a passing phase; like the 8-track tape. It’s a character flaw, a crutch for the lazy, too narcissistic to go out and get a real job; and on and on and on.

Suu-EEEEE!

(Thanks to Memeorandum)