Things are good, but suck...
I'm all about new fads. Contrary to the revolutionary "hate everything that's popular" anti-culture I used to want to be in I find myself just digging the things that everyone digs.
Today's Fad? Cryptic Blogging.
You've seen it if you've spent any time reading blogs. You come across a blog and you see an entry that could only possibly make sense if you were the person writing it, otherwise you're pretty much out of the loop. Like some pesky in joke you want to understand it but don't take the moment to comment and say "wtf are you on about?" for fear of ridicule... Or because you can't be assed to do so.
Fear not, It could be worse. You could be expected to understand these kinds of things, and have your feet stuck in the fire when you really don't have a fucking clue what they mean. This is the situation I find myself in. Often.
Anyone who reads my writing for any length of time could judge fairly quickly that logical lines of reasoning are not my thing. Nor am I linguistically inclined to the point that I understand the smallest nuances of a blog post simply by glancing at a page. So try to understand, when I say something inappropriate when you ask if I've read your blog.. For example you wrote a dissertation on your feelings about breakfast and I respond with a random comment... Well let me translate here:
"Rock on cowgirl/boy" - I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I'm sorry.
"Fantabulastic" - I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I'm sorry.
"I give it a 4.8" - I have no fucking clue what you're talking about. I'm sorry.
You get the point I'm sure. Also, if you're writing something in your blog to somehow convey your feelings to me about some subject that we may have discussed and for some reason you don't feel comfortable telling me straight up... Here's a piece of advice. Tell me straight up.
Otherwise? I won't have a fucking clue what you're talking about. I'm sorry.
Comments
oh Bane just get on the band wagon and join the cryptic blogging fad already.
Blue icicles tame every mother’s eyes
The black cat says “no”. I repeat, the black cat says “no”.
In other words: every alien tries making eggs.
see everyone is doing it ![]()
My soul is an island. My car is a Ford.
O, and have you read my blog?? :-P
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Apr 29, 2005 9:45 PM
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The duck flys south in the winter. The cow moos in it’s underpants.