You know one of the things I dislike about blogs is when you find one you like and the person writing stops updating. It's ironic that this one has gone the same way. I don't know why. I suppose it's much like when you got a diary. For the first couple of weeks your enthused with writing all the minutae of the day. As time progresses though, well it becomes less of joy and more of a chore.
Not that this is a chore, there's still just as much bile beating in my heart as there was when I started this little thing, there just isn't the same will. The word “meh” seems a good away of describing it as any.
Of course I still post on the net. It would be interesting to count up the amount of stuff I've actually posted around the internet. I reckon if I totaled up the 1000 posts there, the 4000 posts somewhere else, the posts on boards that don't exist anymore, the posts on boards that shouldn't exist anymore or the places I've been banned from (you know I don't care. 2000AD is shitter now than it has been in 15 years and the last three Porcupine Tree albums have been utter crap. Deal with it.) plus the assortment of other stuff out there I reckon it would probably amount to three or four books worth of stuff. While a collection of my writing probably wouldn't have much broad appeal i would be fascinating to see those first tentative posts on the old Spaced forum from 2001. (I think they were about Flash Gordon. Go figure)
But I digress. The point is that I do post on the internet a lot, I just don't post very much here. Which is puzzllng as this is the only place where I can stick things without someone going “yer taking out yer hole” - well people can write that (they haven't) but I can decide whether it appears or not. Perhaps I like the debate, perhaps I like the company, perhaps there's other reasons, but mainly I think it's because here it feels like I'm taking to myself..
Which I am. So you'll excuse me if the next rant I post seems reflect this.
