Rant
Just what is a blog then?
Google it, Wikiwackywoopedia it and you’ll peobably get something along the lines of ‘on-line journal’. But it’s more than that. Everyone has kept a journal at some point in their life and, with luck, we stop before we start writing poetry or ‘dear diary, today I thought about x-e-s’.
The difference between a journal and a blog has to be comments. Can you imagine what it would have been like if you had invited comments on your teenage musings? In popular and unpopular fiction, the reading of a diary by a stranger is normally a trigger for either mortification or ‘hilarious’ consequences, depending on the certificate of the film and whether the teenagers in it listen to pop music or goth tunes and like to drive hot rods or have n enviable collection of guns and hunting knives.
Comments are interesting. They can be turned off, but nobody does. Maybe the blog, certainly the one that details experiences and musings, is some sort of juggernaught confessional that, most horrible of all, assumes that anyone reading would be interested or literate enough to read a comment.
The popularity of blogs means that there are now three blogs for everyone on the planet, so it’s a fair bet that most of them go unread, and this is probably a good thing, as do we really want to know the day in day out life of somebody who lubes cars in Siberia.
Well, probably yes, as fights with bears and wolves can be interesting. Less interesting are the lives of others.
But there’s no excuse for rudeness. What sort of execrable arsehole leaves a disparaging comment on another person’s blog? This is somebody that presumably has enough time to leave a message, no doubt between bouts unsuccessfully masturbating over images of underage garden gnomes while sodomising himself with an increasingly weird variety of kitchen implements and sobbing hysterically. Not the sort or person, you think, who has to take a break from composing symphonies or designing stained glass windows to spread a bit of random abuse.
There is already a two tier web and it’s not about speed and it’s not about access, it’s about fuckwits and everyone else. In that respect, it’s very much like the two tier planet we live on.
Google it, Wikiwackywoopedia it and you’ll peobably get something along the lines of ‘on-line journal’. But it’s more than that. Everyone has kept a journal at some point in their life and, with luck, we stop before we start writing poetry or ‘dear diary, today I thought about x-e-s’.
The difference between a journal and a blog has to be comments. Can you imagine what it would have been like if you had invited comments on your teenage musings? In popular and unpopular fiction, the reading of a diary by a stranger is normally a trigger for either mortification or ‘hilarious’ consequences, depending on the certificate of the film and whether the teenagers in it listen to pop music or goth tunes and like to drive hot rods or have n enviable collection of guns and hunting knives.
Comments are interesting. They can be turned off, but nobody does. Maybe the blog, certainly the one that details experiences and musings, is some sort of juggernaught confessional that, most horrible of all, assumes that anyone reading would be interested or literate enough to read a comment.
The popularity of blogs means that there are now three blogs for everyone on the planet, so it’s a fair bet that most of them go unread, and this is probably a good thing, as do we really want to know the day in day out life of somebody who lubes cars in Siberia.
Well, probably yes, as fights with bears and wolves can be interesting. Less interesting are the lives of others.
But there’s no excuse for rudeness. What sort of execrable arsehole leaves a disparaging comment on another person’s blog? This is somebody that presumably has enough time to leave a message, no doubt between bouts unsuccessfully masturbating over images of underage garden gnomes while sodomising himself with an increasingly weird variety of kitchen implements and sobbing hysterically. Not the sort or person, you think, who has to take a break from composing symphonies or designing stained glass windows to spread a bit of random abuse.
There is already a two tier web and it’s not about speed and it’s not about access, it’s about fuckwits and everyone else. In that respect, it’s very much like the two tier planet we live on.
1 Comments:
You have hit the nail on the head! You are correct in thinking he decided to be rude "between bouts unsuccessfully masturbating over images of underage garden gnomes while sodomising himself with an increasingly weird variety of kitchen implements and sobbing hysterically". In his defense, I've known him since we were about 13 years old, and therefore, we tend to act like siblings. And although I would like to accredit his rather pithy comment to the fact that he is a lawyer and then make some joke about it, etc, we have actually been a**holes to one another since the 8th grade. I keep thinking one of us will grow up.
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