Jul 16, 2006 20:15
I've been hanging out with my friends at my house and it's been a really wacky night. We were supposed to watch movies but all we've been doing is playing on lj, making naughty comments, and writing notes to eachother.
And for some reason Margaret is flirting with Amanda.
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My chief complaint about blogs: you post stupid things on the spur of the moment--and it never goes away. Everything you ever write remains in some forgotten Internet backwater forever. And then someone finds it, and it's like someone discovering the diary you kept when you were twelve years old ("Dear Diary. Jason is so cute, but I'm afraid I'll never be brave enough to talk to him...").
This is why (in response to Margaret's question) I don't post entries, only comments. I'm not paranoid enough to think that someone with sinister intent will dredge up every comment I've ever made and parade them in front of my friends.
And comments like these can languish in the sodden muck of the Internet backwater forever...
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Of course. Anyone who has ever been to Google Blog Search knows that. The question is do you want to be hip and cool and in? Blogging is the new AIM, the new email. It's a way to publish yourself without publishing, to write a diary without writing. It's mindless nonsense, and I suppose that's the lure of it really. Mindless nonsense that makes you immortal, forever "languish[ing] in the sodden much of the internet". Yes, I agree, it's stupid, but it's also so addicting. It's like crack only less toxic but just as detrimental to your health. Because comments make you crazy, just like this one. Ouch.
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And as far as the blogging, "mindless nonsense that makes you immortal" (and now you've been quoted) is the last thing in the world I want. It's what I fear. If I was into that sort of thing, I'd audition for a reality TV show.
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