An aneurysm-inducing experience

I feel very sad today. Ravaged by what can only be described as the Martian Death Flu (or tonsillitis, if you want it that way), I have actually started a blog. I've always fought the concept of blogs, for a few reasons that I shall henceforth list:
a) Everytime someone brings up unbiased journalism, someone else will always, always pipe up "Have fun writing a blog for the rest of your life!"
b) No one really gives that much of a damn what you think. And by you, i mean anyone who writes a blog and believes it will be read.
c) Scaachi has a blog, and now that I have one too, we have something in common. This frightens me.

As you can see, there are a great many reasons that I should not be blogging, and yet I am still chicken-pecking away at my keyboard. The problem is (much to my chagrin) that blogging is now a big part of the dissemination of information. I'm sure that we all find it very comforting that Joe Yokel can tell us exactly where the aliens probed him, but I find it bothersome that we're giving morons a soapbox on which to spout their inane ideas. Morons like me, who go and stereotype a group that I am now a part of. Point would be, this is a different kind of concept for me: it goes against everything I usually believe in, and yet I feel as if I have to give it a try before a categorically bash everyone else who does this. Even if it does cause what I now consider to be an imminent aneurysm.