Bleh. Blog. Blatantly Babyish Babbling.
Current mood: giddy

Currently listening : Beautiful Freak By Eels Release date: By 13 August, 1996

"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."

That Shakespeare excerpt is supposed to have at least one very significant double meaning. It's not just commentary on life, but on theater and art as well. Applied to "blogging," it can't quite cover this new low without adding another line:

And then blogged about, and read by no one.

I think I was supposed to memorize the quote in high school, but I really can't remember. Like everything else, I used Google to find it. Having this search box a few feet away makes it thoroughly difficult to care about memorizing anything it can remember for me, which is anything.

Why keep something in your head when you can throw it at the screen to be indexed by search engines? Most "bloggers" don't hesitate. It doesn't seem to matter if it's not interesting, well written, funny, or even useful to the writer. Why hold it in? Afterall, it's just a blog. And nobody reads blogs. How could they? Everyone and their ugly cat has one. But, hey, if you have something to say, you should be able to say it. Right? Well, I'm less sure of that by the day.

I haven't been updating this as much as I was before. Why? Not much to share. Or, at least, I haven't figured out how to say the tougher things. I could tell you about how my lips are chapped right now or I could go into the details of my bowel movements, but, if I were a reader, I'd want to kick the author in the face for wasting my time like that. I probably wouldn't do it, but that'd be my impulse if I found that kind of material in a "blog."

And let me state once and for all that "blog" doesn't sound like a real word to me. It really registers as something closer to baby talk (which is usually an apt label). Blog. Bleh. Blatantly babyish babbling.

Sometimes I click on the MySpace "top blogs" out of curiosity, and it's always some random half-naked girl showing off her tits or some dirtball telling a story about how he copulated with a girl like that recently. Or a popular band wrote 4 words that were read 10,000 times...still with no meaning. Occasionally, moral questions are approached with all the awkward warmth and shallowness of the kiddy pool.

Which brings me to my point if anyone's actually reading this...

At the risk of sounding bitter, please shoot me in the head if I ever start to write the way I see it on most of MySpace. Whyz the net ful of peoplez who hate english. Itz kewl. Y hate on it? And WTF is %#*!. It's, like, hella gnarley, dude. I want to be dead before that happens. Please pull the plug, trigger, whatever it takes to off me before I say gnarley again. Thanks, you're a pal.

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