That actually hasn't been the question. I'm usually far behind the times, slightly curmudgeonly about new-fangled electronic gadgetry, and averse to such "fads" as Facebook. Twitter makes me totally twitchy.
I also usually disdain anything with a whiff of "popularity" about it. (Too bad, Twilight. Adieu, Avatar.)
Add to that, I live with an uber-blogger, and so have been quite happy to stay silent while she entertains her blogging muse.
Until now. You see, blogging is becoming passe. Which means I'm on it like a hornet to a hot dog.
Yesterday, my local paper, The Oregonian, featured a piece on the front page by Martha Irvine of The Associated Press headlined: "A new age in blogging: 30 and up." (I'm part of the "and up.") A study has shown that long-form blogging has lost its appeal for younger types who are leaping like lemmings to Facebook and Twitter. Irvine ends her first paragraph with: "Tech experts say it doesn't mean blogging is going away. Rather it's going the way of the telephone and e-mail--still useful, just not sexy."
So, that's the motto, Dangerous Writers of a Certain Age: Still Useful, Just Not Sexy.
I've got the t-shirt on order.