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.

Steering clear of the usual tradition established around these parts of introductory showcase paragraphs demanding no excessive attention be paid to them (though happily this has been somewhat compensated for with excessively long and punctuation-free clauses), the weekly Design Bites series on this site will from this point on become a fortnightly affair.

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.

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?

It’s been an interesting week, racial bigotry and juvenile sexual harassment-wise.

Before we proceed, please adjust your personal overreaction-odometers accordingly. I, for one, am loathe to jump from the impression of harmless humouring to obscene overtures in one overzealous ethnic pride-laden leap.

You know negativists.

They never have a happy word to offer. They sulk and soak up the joy from a room. They wipe the smile from anyone unfortunate enough to crash-land into their personal black hole of a stratosphere.