Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
My life is going to hell and unless I can find an entertaining or profound way of talking about it, I can’t really weblog about it because we’re all nothing if not entertainment and profundity. That’s all this is — smoke and mirrors.
It’s about links and popularity and one upping each other, and posting and running around seeing who links to us and checking our ranks. How many of you check your popularity in the morning before you read your so-called ‘favorite’ weblogs? There’s no ethics or honor, friendship, pathos or beauty in the hypertext link; it just is. But we use it as a judgement of worth, and that’s the saddest thing I’ve seen since high school. And I quit high school.
Why does it frustrate me? I don’t know. Maybe because I thought this would all be different, only to find out it’s the ‘prom queen’ all over again.
There’s still a few, though, who don’t care about popularity and links and that’s why I hang around; because you write from the soul and could care less who links you. But on days like today, it’s just not enough.
