(Special Image Credit: When looking for a picture for this post, I found out that there’s a Twitter service called Twoogie, where you can post to Twitter on Doogie’s computer screen. Thanks to Focusoft for pointing me in the right direction!)

Right now, I’m recuperating from this long day with some coffee, tylenol, and vanilla honey incense. Too blech about the whole thing to get into it now, since I’m trying to get myself out of it! So instead, I’ll reminisce about one of my favorite childhood bloggers: Doogie Houser, M.D.

Now, all Doogie was missing was a solid internet connection (and the invention of the interwebz, WordPress, etc.) to be the world’s first blogger! He wrote about his life, strange as it was. His blogging served as a catharsis and reflection about his day. He was transparent, and we all had the chance to peek into his life via our fuzzy, hardwood, 80′s TVs. His words, his blue screen, and his blinking cursor mesmerized us all. The first reality TV, mixed with blogging. (Has anybody done that yet?)

Now, while I loved the concept of the show, combined with the troubles that intelligent people face in the real world, I did not have a crush on Doogie. Sorry folks! I was more into Vinnie, the bad boy next door. (This explains a lot of my real world relationship choices, just so you know.) But Doogie had his charm, and he was insightful, thoughtful, and faced real dilemmas. Not once did he have to decide who to vote off the island. Seriously.

Sometimes, I think back to the simpler times. That sentence makes me sound so old! But really, in the 80′s, we didn’t have to worry about how crystal clear anything looked or sounded. HDTV was when your TV antenna were perched at the exact right angles to ensure you had minimal fuzziness. iPods were scratchy mix tapes jammed into your stereos. (Random aside: New, with CD players! “CD player? Can it play records? Let’s put a record in it.” – The Wedding Singer, roughly.)

So, I guess my whole point today is that I miss the good ole days. Yes, when Doogie came out, I was six. So what? Sometimes, that kind of disconnect is what we all need. And sometimes, the connection, the transparency of the internet life, is what makes the new century that much better.

Thoughts? Spill ‘em!

~Kimberlee

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