Blogging in the Olden Days

"What's that?" The Murloc asked me.

"Ink, on paper," I reply, holding up the article my mother gave to me. "The ink forms shapes which are used to represent sounds. Sounds can be combined into words which express ideas."

She rolls her eyes. "I mean, what's it from?"

"First Things."

"I've never heard of it."

"You've never heard of First Things?"

"No. Is it like a blog?"

"I suppose, yes it is, although it pre-dates the word. You see, before the internet, we called blogs magazines. Each month, you had to have blogs hand-delivered to you. A nice man would come to your house with the new issue of your favorite blog, printed on paper. And if you wanted to leave a comment, you had to give your comment to the nice man, and it could take up to a couple months for it to appear on the blog."

"I don't know why I married you," she says, shaking her head.

"Neither do I. As soon as I found one that didn't run away from me, I slapped a ring on her finger before she came to her senses."