I had never heard of it.

At first I thought the designation was some sort of tribute to Congressman Barney Frank of Massachusetts. There's a lot of blame to share for the subprime mortgage mess and the resulting housing debacle among both political parties, banks and Wall Street. But Frank represents -- in my view -- the pinnacle of blah, blah, blah hypocrisy.

Frank was among the arm-twisters who pressured mortgage lenders to discard standards and approve loans for unqualified borrowers, all in the name of helping the "underserved." Now, in the wake of the housing collapse and resulting financial calamity, Frank -- chairman of the House Financial Services Committee -- throws up his hands and blames it all on "bad decisions made by people in the private sector."

Blah, blah, blah.

But I digress.

Blah, Blah, Blah Day, I discovered, was not designated by Congress, nor by presidential proclamation. It was created, and copywrited, by a couple who operate a company from a Web site. Its intent is to motivate us "to do all of the projects and things that people have been nagging you to do. This may include quitting a habit, losing weight, or working on home projects."

Harmless enough, I suppose.

It seems to me, though, that blah, blah, blah is becoming the standard of our daily lives.

Too many of us seem not to be able to live apart from our cell phones, even while driving or during meals. We stick Bluetooths in our ears to keep our hands free while we talk ... and talk ... and talk.

We blog.

We text and twitter in a bizarre shorthand that would have baffled the Navajo code talkers of World War II.

Blah, blah, blah.

Technology continues to explode. The next instant communication breakthrough is just a mouse click away. A newer, faster way to blah, blah, blah.

Do we really have that much meaningful to say or do we pour out trillions of words every day simply because it's so easy? Will the need to instantly talk and blog and text and twitter divert even larger amounts of our time from more worthwhile pursuits?

You may say that it's no big deal, that I'm overreacting.

You may be right.

Maybe I've become a curmudgeon of sorts, a little long in the Bluetooth.