“Alright kids,” said Jonald, looking at his calculator wristwatch, “Now that everyone except Thomas has made their accounts – GET YOUR HUSTLE ON, THOMAS – I’ll show you how to make these things.

“Now I’m not gonna brag, but I’m a pretty big blogger myself. Huddle ‘round, kids, let me show you how it’s done.”

The class gathered around Jonald’s monitor and he pulled up his Piczo webpage. He’d chosen the graffiti theme too, and I nodded in approval.

“Now what you need to do is make a really grabbing “homepage.” That’s what us bloggers call the first page a visitor sees. What I did was make a big banner with my name spelled out in big block letters. Directly below, I have a picture of my face, so right away I connect with the reader…”

Jonald’s blog was awful. I hated everything about it, from the big block letters on the banner to his daughter’s graduation photos in the gallery. But what I hated most was how proud he seemed of his terrible, terrible creation.

“And here,” he said, with obvious glee, “is what I ate for dinner last night… And these are my kidney stones…”

I wanted to scream that I couldn’t possibly care less about his boring, terrible life. Instead, I promised myself my blog would never sink to his depths. It would be exciting, with skull designs and rock music.