What I hate about blogging

Idiots who flame in comments without leaving their email.

Feeling like I have to blog when I don't feel like it.

That the blog takes time away from my family.

That blogging doesn't pay.

Daypop's same old "which one are you" contests that always clog up the Top 40.

When all of blogland turns grey.

When no one comments.

That I have to blog so often.

That I can't blog all the time.

That no good memes have gone around in a long time.

Not finding any great new bloggers to read.

That Shelley's quit and other good bloggers are giving up.

That our secret's out.

That it's a lot of work.

That it makes work seem more like work because work is not as fun.

When bloggers go on vacation.

Clicking on a link and finding that the blogger's the most recent post is three weeks old.

That the apps for blogging aren't evolving fast enough.

...and you?

Valued Bleeders

Chris Locke took to the Internet airwaves on CNET Radio’s Online Tonight with David Lawrence.

Lawrence and Locke talked about this EGR send, where RageBoy apparently stole the keyboard from Locke and flamed valued readers everywhere. Later, Locke came as close as he ever has to “recanting” with another EGR apologizing for RageBoy’s nasty if not accurate rant earlier in the day.

Fortunately, Locke recanted his near recant on tonight’s radio show, explaining that we EGR subscribers actually enjoy being yelled at. And he even got a shot in at Dvorak. Cooool.

Ask yourself, if you're a RageBoy fan, have you done your part as a valued bleeder?

Small Interview Loosely Joined

Marek interviews David Weinberger on his new book, Small Pieces Loosely Joined. The conversation is as interesting as the book. I wish they would have talked longer. It's kind of a "The Making Of" thing -- you know, like they do for movies, "The Making of Jurrasic Park." Fascinating in and of its own rite. Here's a tidbit from Sir David:

"As to the people who want us to get off the Web and get back to work, I'd say: Yes sir and/or madam! Immediately! I will unplug. And I will also stop talking because if you monitored what I say in a day, you, sir and/or madam, would be shocked -- shocked! -- at just how much time I waste! Why, just this morning I blew almost 2 minutes chatting with the security guard."

Just one

I'd like to get my mitts on just one parent who allows this, the latest hate group video game, in their house.

We can take turns on the rest.

Part of me wonders, though, might it not backfire for the gang at the wheel of this thing? How many blacks and jews does a kid have to blow away in this game before it gets boring? How many monkey sounds before he doesn't laugh anymore?

"The player (who can choose to dress in KKK robes or as a Skinhead) roams the streets and subways murdering 'predatory sub-humans' and their Jewish 'masters' thereby 'saving' the white world.

I guess I answered my own question.

Identity Crisis

Eric Norlin takes the identity czars to task over on Digital ID World.

"These discussions over identity shouldn't begin with computer geeks acting like Zoroastrian missionaries -- zealous in their fight for the truth of their position. Rather, these conversations must begin by asking some fundamental questions: How are we to define the idea of a "digital identity" in the coming decades? Is it different than our physical, or non-digital, identity? Is it more valuable? More malleable? More diverse?

interesting links of the day

I'd like to attend this session, although I think I'm involved in the home-study-by-default course currently: "giving voice to the man in the woman and the woman in the man, the giant, the witch, the dictator, the victim, the hero, the lover, the elements, animals, demons and gods within us."

I'd like to understand more about this.

I'd like to read this book.

I think Joyce Carol Oates should blog: The human voice, and the ways in which the human being expresses him or herself in the theatrical setting, is very interesting to me. Often people standing in front of an audience say things and reveal things about themselves that they would never even dream of revealing in a more intimate situation. Nor would they think of these things if they were alone. There's some strange -- perhaps it's an atavistic -- response, maybe it's not understood at all.