Way back in the mists of time, I started blogging. The original blog still exists out there, as I’ve forgotten the passwords. Assuming that civilisation itself doesn’t crash and fall into the pit of oblivion, then long after I’m wormfood, that blog will still be there, exposing the rather disturbing psyche of my 20 year old self to future generations. Sorry….
When I started blogging I also used my blog to essentially keep all of the URLs I regularly used in one place. It’s a habit that stayed with me through various other blogs, posting pages, my own personal website, even this place. However, the advent of the google reader slapped everything around the face and dumped it in the trash, and I haven’t used the links here for a while now. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even looked at my actual blog for the best part of a year (before today). I’ve just posted every so often. So I’ve seen the dashboard pages, but not much else.
The point I’m failing to get around to is this. Over the last decade, the number of web things I routinely look at has got smaller and smaller and smaller. Out of the whole internet, about 6 websites regularly get visited by me.
How the fuck has everything got that boring and predictable!? Dammit! 7 billion people exist in this world (roughly). Take out the 6 billion who are too old, too young, too poor, too busy or too stupid to bother listening to, that still leaves a billion or so souls with their wit and wisdom wafting through cyberspace. Yet I pay attention to maybe 10 of you. Something is not right here.
Where the hell are ya? I’m looking for you lot now, you interesting bastards you. I’m gonna find ya, then I’m gonna value and respect your opinions and add them to my own life. Just you bloody watch me. I’ll use all the time I usually spend reading about football.
Feels like I just woke up. All the words up there don’t fit together very well. More like a childs attempt at lego than a written version of the Sistine Chapel. But you know what? I don’t care. I’m back, I’m angry, and I’m awesome. Boo ya
P.S. 6 days without smoking. In your face lack of willpower. I will own your ass. Ha.
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