If a blogger posts on the internet and nobody reads it, does it still exist?
~My Boss
I know I’ve already pegged unread posts as “internet detritus,” but the popular print media still insists that blogging is contributing to the autobiography of the telecommunity that is written and archived by its citizens. So, as masturbatory as it might outwardly seem, it might be a good idea to think about it inversely and not so self-consciously; that is, who really reads these things, anyway?
Well, for one, I do. And not just because it’s part of my job.
And why? Well, simply because it’s there. And as I was once a literature major, I can confidently declare that it’s just nice to read things, especially those of half-assed, non-directional rantings. I even like to read blogs that I don’t like, because I value the fact that someone has affected me, even if it is to have been irked.
So there. Keep blogging. All of you little scatterbrains. Scatter the ashes of your immolated occurances over the ocean that is the internet so that I MAY SURF UPON IT. If not for you, then for me.
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On an irrelevant note, I completely neglected to tell the story of the girl who I met at my cousin’s wedding, but that’s more of a story to tell after 1. I’ve let the Fred/Nico story simmer, and 2. I’ve decided exactly what it means (or at least approximated it).
More irrelevant is how I’ve forgotten that the images I use on this blog have disappeared because I’ve changed hosting. Must get on that soon…
Oh yeah, I’ve learned to use iMovie. Watch:
