Todd Terwilliger

I’ve come to a decision. I do not like the term, “blogger”. I don’t know what, exactly, a “weblog” is but I don’t like it. Okay, I know what a weblog is as a practical matter but what is it, really? I’m not logging webs or webbing logs. I’m not keeping a log of the web nor keeping a web of a log. I’ve seen logs, loafs, bars, and loads, and my interest in them is, at best, tangential. The only webs I’m interested in are the spun-out lairs of the spiders in my bathroom and what interest I had in those I have already expressed. No, whatever currency the term “weblog” had with me is spent. I must define myself elsewhere.

As the run up to the NY comic con ends with a trip, a windmilling fall, and a dull thud, I’m coming in with a quick hit, fast and short, to the point like the jabbing of a sharpened stick: my uncle (by paths strange and wonderful) has started up his own blog: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BLACK: COMIC FANDOM FROM A BLACK FAN’S PERSPECTIVE. He’s just published his first post and already it’s moving to the top of my reading list (and not just because he’s in the family).