This post is part of NaBloPoMo, Feb. 2014. Today’s prompt: You meet an alien and need to explain to it blogging. Explain what blogging is (and what blogging means to you) without ever using the word “blog.”
Hi, Alien. … Oh, it’s no problem. I’m happy to explain the writing that I do on the Internet and why.
I write little stories, tales, groups of thoughts, and share them on this thing called the Internet. Since you arrived here via spaceship, I’m sure you’re familiar with computers, so I won’t explain that part to you. But as you may know, a guy named Al Gore invented the Internet, a place also known as cyberspace (not like your space) where you can connect with people and companies, buy stuff, read and listen to music, and surf for porn. I learned that last part from puppets in a musical called “Avenue Q,” but we can discuss theater later.
Anyway, I type my words in a box on my screen, click “publish,” and they’re off to cyberspace in the hope that someone will see them. If you’re lucky, lots of people see them, though I find that, these days, the most views go to cats (stuck in things like boxes, with their heads in bread, or a particularly unpleasant one whose name I can’t use because I think it’s trademarked); dogs; cooking things; and celebrity crap. I post about none of these things, so I get a decent amount of eyes on my writings, but not cat-like levels.
One of the neat things about posting on the Internet is that you can share thoughts with people you don’t know who may feel the same way. It could lead to conversations — you write, people comment, you comment back. It’s a way of creating community, of connecting with people. There are these time suck things called social media that have taken some people away from these communities, but I think they’re making a comeback. See! People commented on this post (HINT HINT! People! Do it for the alien!).
It’s a pretty cool thing that we do here on Earth. You might want to give it a try. It would help people get to know you and maybe you’ll think it’s fun. Oh, and if you don’t speak the language of wherever you happen to be at the moment, don’t worry. We have this cool doohickey called Google Translate. I see you have six hands, so typing shouldn’t be an issue for you then, right?