I'm thinking about packing this blog in. Facebook and Skype hold all the breathless masses in thrall and a bit of scribbling here and there about affairs that concern pretty much no one but myself seem awkwardly out of date.
All hail the blog! All mourn its demise.
Well that's a fine mess you are going to make Ollie !!
ReplyDeleteWhat are we the facebookless, twitterless and Skypeless )massess going to do ??
I look forward to your demented rantings and ravings !
You ain't gonna quit cuz you have to write...you can't do without it.
So there
Well, if there's even only one follower out there, I shall continue.
ReplyDeleteI remember when I started "blogging" which was in 1996 -- way before there was even a a word -- I just did it because I felt like it and I didn't particularly care if anyone was reading it -- that's what made it so free, in a way.
I still don't care if anyone's reading it but I DO care if someone SAYS they're reading it. So, Ironman, even if it's just you and me in a cyber-room somewhere, let's just say Fuck the Facebook and Twitter worlders -- they too shall definitely pass -- but we shall still be left because only you and I know how to use the word "shall" properly.
I've quit twice and come back.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking of quitting again.
I found your blog very good and would you spend your well for mine. Of course if you can spread my blog would also be very good. thank you very much
ReplyDeleteYeah, I know. I've been off Facebook for three weeks now and I know I haven't missed a single thing. See, Facebook is an application that no one thought they needed until it came along. Quite frankly I see absolutely no reason to get in touch with someone I knew in 10th grade . . . past the first "Oh, hi! Remember Miss Wong in math? Wasn't that a gas?"
ReplyDeleteI suppose reading someone's blog can be equally hilariously boring but I do my best to keep the boring out of it. And so do you, Jim, so do you!!
So I guess I'll just keep on plodding along.
Dear pace de noticias! Wow, I'm so incredibly honoured that you saw fit to post a comment on my blog. My knees went all wiggly when I fully grasped the significance of the provenance of your comment; my response to your comment is, and can only be:
ReplyDeleteI shall not argue against anything from the supposed impossibility of infinite succession, barely and absolutely considered in itself; for a reason which shall be mentioned hereafter: but if we consider such an infinite progression, as one entire endless series of beings can have no cause from without, of its existence; because in it are supposed to be included all things that are or ever were in the universe: and it's plain it can have no reason within itself, of its existence; because no one being in this infinite succession is supposed to be self-existent or necessary (which is the only ground or reason of existence of any thing, that can be imagined within the thing itself, as with presently more fully appear), but every one dependent on the foregoing: and where no part is necessary; it's manifest that the whole cannot be necessary; absolute necessity of existence, not being an outward, relative, and accidental determination; but an inward and essential property of the nature of the thing which so exists.
And I really mean that from the bottom of my heart, dear pace de noticias!
Ironically, I've started blogging again after barely touching it since January.
ReplyDeleteWah. :(
ReplyDeleteNo, no, and no. I know I will not stop blogging. It's all that's left to me! I've been obsessed by writing ever since I was a little boy. I used to get out my dad's manual typewriter and write idiotic poems, not one of them in the least bit serious, but I was always the "writer" in the family. I write with no other objective than it pleases me to.
ReplyDeleteFacebook is the complete dumbing down of writing and Twitter is an obscenity, but I guess they're the only approachable medium for 90% of the world.
You can always recognise an inveterate writer with just a few paragraphs. Blork is one. Jim is one. Knatolee is one. People who have no objective other than to write for the purposes of entertaining themselves and hopefully others as well.
If I were in solitary confinement I wouldn't ask for TV or books (well, I would definitely take them if offered) an iPod, a guitar or anything like that. I'd ask for a working pen and as much paper as I needed.
And a lounge chair and maybe a place in the Yard.
So I will keep blogging. Come to think of it, that's the emptiest threat I've ever made. Give up blogging. Pshaw.