I went back and read one of my previous blog posts, and decided it was the most boring thing I've ever read, barring possibly Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea. (And yes, for me it was as boring and depressing as the title makes it sound. No offense to Mr. Hemingway; he really was a good writer--I've read some other stuff--but this one was a bust for me.) I think that post might be right up there with the aforementioned book, actually.
*bows* I am so sorry! T-T This thing was supposed to be interesting and witty, dangit! Or at least mildly amusing. (Let's not kid ourselves, Rosie.)
I was gonna blog about how lame I was for blogging about blogging, but I think you can get the point from reading those posts. Doing the above would be both reader torture and kicking a dead horse. The poor thing is already dead; it doesn't need me to blow holes in it. >.<