At least, blog about anything of substance.

As I fell asleep last night, my last thought — as the People magazine fell from my hand — was, “I bet that f-ing Shakira really IS a genius. I bet that’s like her THING.”

Yeah, I even have the comment this morning to back that up, along with the beginning of a discussion about IQ I’m totally unequipped to partake in, since I haven’t done my research.

This all backs up the reason for my grumpiness in recent weeks — my bosses have discovered this cool new thing, it’s called “THE INTERNET” and you can do this thing called BLOGGING on it — you can do it all day long (and all night) and it’s so cool, dude! It’s the latest thing!

It’s also very dangerous for a group of journalists used to ruminating over stories and research for weeks, if not months, at a time, then spitting out 8,000 word stories.

I”m not saying it’s a bad idea, but the growing pains are driving me nuts. If I’m going to have a job in anything resembling journalism in the next few years, I know I’ve got to embrace it. (Hence, one reason for this blog.)

But the Shakira thing reminds me it’s just not as easy everyone tries to make it seem.

Now I gotta go figure out what to do about my bright-red legs.