March 22, 2004
WHITHER ART THOU, FRIENDS?
My particular friend Rankin' Rob brings up a good point (while throwing me under the bus in the process, the wanker, but the toss was deserved, I suppose):
Where is everyone? I sense a congealing of the blogosphere. A prediliction to cosset the close and comfortable. Not much seeking and searching, anymore. More of a return to the sites that affirm one's worldview. We Free Thinkers are supposed to be beyond that. We, after all, can go to a Democraticunderground (no link, fuck you), for instance, and, while not being overly polite, can throw a Thought or Two out there, instead of a Hatespew.
Which is why I applaud Geoffrey's new approach. A nice mix 'em up. Well done. And why I've always liked Acidman. The quotidian is absent from Rob's. There's always a sense of the Whatthefuck in the air, and that's okay by me.
I think, ultimately, I miss the female bloggers. Or their swarming comments, at any rate. Perhaps they're circling the Conestogas. Or, worse, they're out there, just shunning me, due to my torpor. I can buy that, I reckon.
Well, a little introspection goes a long way, and even a good bullwhipping will not solve that.
I suppose I must renounce my nuanced approach, and return to my Girls Gone Wild persona. It's a traffic thing.
Post script: I am quite prepared for the comments averring that "Well, it's because you're so damned BORING now. I liked you better when you mixed your medications."
Truth be told, I liked me better then, too.