I am generally not an early adopter.
This blogging thing has been around for years now, and I have had plenty of time and opportunity to get on the bandwagon, but I kept away. After a while, the whole culture and the words used to describe it really started to bug me. People were blogging, on their blogs, putting things into the blogosphere. I don't even know why I felt that way - I read and enjoy plenty of blogs. Some are thought provoking, some are entertaining, some are just plain smart, and others make milk come out of my nose. Good blogs deserve my time and electrons. Bad blogs, and by that I mean 99% of the blogs out there, are what make me cringe. I don't want to know about your trip to Nanna's cat farm or your hiking expedition to Lake Boring, or your obsession with that emo chick in your class, your lame fan fiction, or your vain grandstanding, or what song you are listening to, or what freaking mood you are in.
And there you have it. The realisation sets in that the people spewing out the text of their own life's journey is thouroughly distasteful to me, because I guess, I cant relate to it. It doesn't interest me, and therefore it is shite.
The Internet should be about me. You may only write about what I want you to write about. Since I can't trust any of you to do that, I shall have to do it myself. Or build some sort of atomic powered markov aggregator.
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