Once upon a time, in a world controlled by electronic blips and bloops, there was a land known as Blogville.
In this kingdom lived all manner of people, known as posters. Some posters were wordy and would tell tales about anything and nothing, just for the sake of writing to entertain themselves and the other Bloggers.
There were also posters who would tease their fellow countrymen. Once a week they would spin tales so alluring that others would wait for the next story, often neglecting their other duties until their reverie was interrupted by other life obligations. The teasers would post just often enough to keep the flame of hope burning.
Another group of bloggers were the meanies. The meanies were enormously interesting people who spun some of the greatest of tales. Their magical writings about their own lives astounded their readers. Ah, but just as the readers heaped praises upon these writers, they would suddenly stop posting. They knew the power they wielded in Blogville and they used it to their advantage. Readers clammered for more stories from the meanies, only to be rebuffed by silence.
In the corners of the land were the minor Bloggers. They told good stories, but few readers ever saw them. The readers were always glad to read a minor story from a minor Blogger, but for some reason the power of the meanies was so great that the readers were pulled away from the minors, dreaming of being thrown a morsel by a meanie.
Scattered among the different factions in Blogville were stories of all types, on all topics. Many are serious, dealing with the politics of the day or matters of theology. "What would Jesus blog?" some ask.
Not all posters are so erudite as those who study history. But the universal truth about Blogville is that nearly all the residents like to read and write. And so they learn more about themselves, each other, and the world of blips and bleeps and bloops. And if you post enough, you can get out of washing a truck.