Debating the facts on the Internet

I read this interesting article on KSL.com last night that I thought you....
[Insert techno music Sandstorm by Darude here.] I am sitting in my kitchen, trying to write. But man, it's loud in here. The kids just got home from school, and My seventeen-year-old is playing techno on the stereo—no, wait, it's streaming on this computer! Sheesh, let me find that app and...
[Music changes to play classical piano solo, Fantasy Impromptu] "Oh, it's Chopin!" Loralee exclaims, and starts singing along, quietly, "Tum, tetum tum tum..." Hmm, happy wife => let the music play. What was I saying, again?
I want to post every day. I am posting for me, for the practice. But I'd like it to mean something to you, otherwise I may as well just write in a notebook and keep it under my pillow. And here I thought I had this really profound thought, that I could really pour my heart into, and....
[Techno again. Tetris remix by 2pm.] "Um, as fun as this music is, can I turn it off?" Loralee nods. Apparently, there was no need to ask on that one.
I've set a time limit for myself. I'd like to say what I'm going to say in 30 minutes or less. I once spent 4 hours writing one paragraph to send into the newspaper's Reader's Forum. Sure, it got printed, but four hours? Can't I learn to be brilliant in 3 minutes or less?
[Knock on front door. Tucker barks, Loralee yells at Tucker, I call Tucker to me and have him sit as the kids greet their friend.] "Hey, could we close the front door? It's 34 degrees out there."
Time's up.
"I really like that shirt on you, Bruce."
"Thanks, You."
I suppose that matters more than most stuff on the internet, anyway.