nektros - Cynicism in a Hot Dish

I enjoy watching new blogs die a slow, agonising death.

Since joining the so-and-so times interesting yet rarely often engaging enough to warrant a sphere branding-osphere two years ago, I have seen a multitude of very good and very bad blogs crash and burn in a manner comparable to throwing a match onto a gasoline-soaked tyre swing harbouring a newborn puppy and fastened to a branch overhanging a radioactive-powered shark-infested whirlpool.

The ubiquitous spiel of gushing words outlining one’s exact depth of adoration for their blogging platform of choice is one of the more useless forms blog posts are able to take on. In my earliest blogging days just under two years ago, my first Wordpress rant managed to incorporate enough new and useful information to collectively enlighten the noggin of a lone blueberry scone.

Operating from a sidebar-less site so recently fashioned, it may seem incongruous to be spitting out this list from a … sidebar-less site so recently fashioned. Fortunately, the resulting amusement derived from one of the less amusing self-contradictions evoked in the history of requisite opening paragraphs allows for a quick, embarrassed shuffling of feet, before an eventual moving on to the actual list within an actual majority’s reading patience threshold of eyeball-rolling.

In the initial stages of my Textpattern thrall, a sole source of peevishness was the at once beautiful simplicity and frustrating complexity of its discretionary markup language, Textile.

Self-preening prickass.

Any sane person could guess that a self-identifier with even a hint of the above fourth syllable wouldn’t exactly top the list of any sane person’s most desired term used by other people to describe themselves.

So why – by the sheer power of their own skewed, kitten-super-soaking bully mentality – do so many still shine such an unflattering light upon bloggers?

Personal blogs – in relative comparison to other types of blogs, and in general comparison to such activities as studying the exact effect of sunlight on basement-induced anaemic skin – have usually and still are relegated reputation-wise to the online equivalent of mouldy piles of second-hand toilet uncloggers.

In the last part of this series – though, technically, it could go on forever if I really wanted to dig into the technicalities … but dwelling on anything isn’t really the best way to start anything on anything – I’d like to return to an earlier quote with an astounding profoundness level of infinity times nothing …