Why?

It's Christmas morning and nothing's stirring in our house except my Dell mouse. So it's as good a time as any to speculate on why I write this blog.

It's not for the money. There isn't any. The only profit I've ever made from this blog was a bottle of champagne from GSN last year. Considering how I've ripped some of the network's shows, that may not have been a brilliant investment.

It's not for the fame. There is hardly any. Oh, my name is sometimes used in vain around the game show Internet boards. But to the world at large, I'm just one of the 888 gazillion bloggers in the cybernetic junkosphere.

It's not for the art of writing. There isn't much. Yes, I've mastered the knack of spilling a few paragraphs a day on game shows, but this is not a great leap forward for literature. Some would consider it a giant step backwards, in fact.

Basically, I just want to have a tiny corner of the Internet to myself. That's a pretty pitiful reason for this blog's existence, I know. In this topsy-turvy world, this blog doesn't amount to a hill of beans. But this is my hill...and these are my beans. (R.I.P. Leslie Nielsen.)