QotD Is Not Really the Devil
I seem to have hit a nerve with a couple of my posts dissing QotD. Now I feel a little bad for QotD. I have to admit that I don't really harbor any seething hatred for the question of the day. It is what it is. If it helps to kick start some creative juices or strikes a chord with someone on a personal level, then I suppose it's all good. It's actually done that for me a couple of times. I never would have written about the job at the cemetery if QotD hadn't given me an excuse.
I know, I know what you're all saying. "Oh, sure, just because you're sleeping with QotD, you're all like, give the poor kid another chance, blah, blah, blah, you wankerless bastard!"
I assure you that my personal intimate "relationship" with QotD (aside from being none or YOUR BUSINESS) is, at this point in time, of a purely professional nature. Ahem.
I started to pick on QotD because it is honestly pretty lame. As time goes on it seems to get lamer. This doesn't mean that I hate it, or that I'm going to drive by QotD's apartment with a Molotov cocktail or a flaming bag of dog doo. It's just fun to pick on QotD because that's what I do. It's fun, it's funny, and it makes me laugh out loud. No hard feelings QotD. When you're in the public eye, you have to accept that some gibbering smart-ass like me is going to point and laugh at your undies when they show. Tee-hee.
If it were up to me - as most things never are - I would be more inclined toward something like Quote of the Day, Phrase of the Day, or even Haiku of the Day. Something to which everyone could relate, regardless of their age, or how far along they are in their reincarnation cycle. QotD just seems so Reader's Digest contrasted against the hip, swinger sleekness of Vox. (Come on, Vox, you don't need QotD. You are so money, and you don't even know it.) One day Vox will realize that we want her to break away from this codependent relationship with QotD, not because we're being hypercritical, but because we love her. And until that day I will continue to poke fun. Not out of hate, not out of spitefulness. But out of a sincere need to take up more space on my blog.
Comments
Ah Ben, if only the rest of us could write like you. Then we wouldn't need a QOTD. ;-) And don't take that the wrong way, I'm not being snarky.
The QOTD came into existence as a device for people who were new to blogging and who weren't always sure about what to write. Sure, the questions are sometimes lame. I personally will never forgive them for "a horse with no name." But for many of us the QOTD is a nice crutch that, from time to time, provides some much-needed inspiration...
And personally I love the creative streak it has inspired in you. Even if your crush on her is totally obvious.
Thanks, Karen. That's very nice of you to say. And I would never accuse you of snarkification. (Am I imagining things, or was there an eighties cartoon called "The Snarks?") QotD has provided me with a few creative cattle prods to the back of the neck, it's true. Even if I'm writing about how I don't like to write about QotD, I still have to give credit where credit is due. And I DO NOT have a crush on QotD. What I share with QotD is far dirtier and unwholesome than a mere crush.
Ben and QOTD
sitting in a tree,
k-i-s-s-i-n-g
First comes love
Then comes marriage
Then comes Vox Hunt in the baby carriage
Sucking its thumb
Blogging its pants
Doing the hula hula dance!
My bad. It wasn't The Snarks. It was The Snorks. Another 80's, cocaine induced cartoon from NBC.