For WHAT reason was Mister Blister driven to this desperate attempt to blog?

Welcome back, oh faithful reader. It's good to see you again. Well, not really see you so much as it is nice to have you see me again. Wait, that didn't come out right. But I would like to see you, too. Fill out that little Comments box thing below and let Mister Blister - and all the other readers - know more about you. After all, you're the reason we exist. Or, well, that this blog exists.

Now, down to business. For WHAT reason was Mister Blister driven to write this seminal (or perhaps 'original', ummm, let's say "first-ever") blog? Let's face it, the world has gone to the dogs. Iceland is/was/very nearly ended up in bankruptcy. The US mortgage crisis has caused most of Corporate America to end up on its collective ass. Greece is about to do a Titanic, possibly adding another iceberg to the line of plagues befuddling my beloved Olympics, through implicating Athens 2004 in some kind of money laundering scandal. Or something. And BP is trying to do to the South, what the Yankees already did 150 years ago (yes, it was only 145 years ago, although former President Bush sure seems to be having the last laugh).

As you'll soon see, it takes a while to get to the point. But that point is, with the global economy practically in tatters, being smart, charming, affable and hard working simply isn't enough to get a job. Even McDonalds can require "experience in advanced food service preparation techniques" and "achievement in six sigma customer-oriented dispute resolution" from its most successful candidates.

And I want to work in the television industry. Not just any part of the industry. I love cable TV. I feel it helps ease the pains of daily life through comedy, drama, and general entertainment. I want to be part of bringing that joy into people's homes. TV now has global appeal, and top-rated (usually but not always top-quality) programs are seen in dozens or even hundreds of countries. (Of course, after the break up of the Soviet Union and other Slavic empires, there are so many more to choose from - and I know, I was there - really.)

But to work in any kind of marketing, sales or branding position, all the major players want Digital Media experience. Social networking! I have a facebook page - two actually, though I just learned that's a violation of the Terms Of Service, oops. Apps! Hooray, I can now play Sudoku on the Subway and Shazam! (see prior post on hero-worship) can tell me what song I'm listening to (though I secretly wish it were called Isis! - see same prior post). HTML! I can figure out what means, no problem. Tweeting! Sure, I'll increase my 200 txt msgs per month to 1,500 to handle hearing that Miley Cyrus just had pizza for lunch. Blog! YES, at last Mister Blister can be counted as one of the cyber-cognocenti. Just let Mickey Mouse tell ME I'm not highly experienced in digital marketing. I see your iPad and raise you one handy dandy iPhone 4 (it even multi-tasks, so take that Palm Pre!).

So there's the very long and winding answer to for WHAT reason Mister Blister started a blog - to be a vital and vituperative participant in the digital age and demostrate professional proficiency in its evolution.

Disclaimer - I really wanted to have an introductory series of posts covering Who, What, Why, When and Where to have some kind of alliterative theme. Yup, saying 'for WHAT reason' *is* really just cheating by using two WHYs, with one in disguise, but it's my blog, so there. Life isn't fair. Watch out for blisters.

But I do like to keep things on a positive note, lest I become too snarky. As my career advisor ('life coach' is soooo '00s) likes to remind me, it is Show Time. Someone in HR could at this very moment be looking for a reason to screen me right out of contention for that job as a financial operations specialist (cashier) or starched cuisine captain (french fry operator). So in the immortal words of Herve Villachaize "Welcome To Fanta--", no wait. He said "boss, de plane, de plane". [tangent coming=> ] Ugh, how I wish I were on a plane right now. I'll go to Peoria, Poughkeepsie or Padukah - just let me soar once more! (This will become clearer in future posts; stay tuned, oh faithful reader.)

Yours truly,
Mister Blister

P.S. Did you know that with Google's blogger.com tool thing that you can't paste text into the blog box? How crazy is that? Or am I doing a total Betty White in not being able to figure it out.
P.P.S. Did you know that if you try to select all the text in the blog box, if you use the up arrow more times than there are lines of text - EVERYTHING YOU'VE WRITTEN vanishes in a poof of smoke? I didn't know that. I learned the hard way. And you can't type it somewhere else to be on the safe side and paste it in the damn blog box. Wow, that'll cause a blister on the path called Life.