The interesting thing about a blog is that it starts to become something of a life lived online. And being a blogger and blogging is opening yourself up to all kinds of criticism about things you’ve blogged. Mind you, I wouldn’t be phased if the blogsphere wasn’t populated with all too many persons infected with blogmania, they are after all, our readers.
As it is, even the cursory inspection of any New Zealand blogroll will undoubtedly turn up a number of characters all competing for the same blogshare. And readers are usually only willing to increase their numbers in the event of a blogstorm the likes of which we saw last Friday. And, should such a blog swarm occur, you can bet it will pretty quickly shorten tempers in the blogging community.
Trying to explain the relevance of a ‘blawg’ to a mainstream media person, thereby increasing the chance of being included in any forthcoming blogumentary discussion, inevitably brings back the chances of having to mention persons of exceptional blogebrity, such as myself of course, but also persons like DPF (who seems to use his site as a photoblog more often than not).
David, we’re all waiting for the podcast to begin. Come on now, don’t be shy, we know you’re dead-set on podcasting, and there’s a world of National Party podcasters waiting to follow your lead.
Still, DPF could put up a warblog, which would dent what I consider to be his relative professionalism. Despite his obvious partisan leanings that is. All warblogger retards should be banned from warblogging or any other kind of commentary full stop. Guys, no one out there cares if you’ve gone and bought yourself an iPod to get some ‘street cred’. We all know there are iPodders and there are Warhammer nerds. Enough said.
But, all these things said, having to e-nable my half-baked opinions twice a week or more, find the correct Public Address URL, and loan in all the things I need to say to piss off everyone with the suffix ‘Pundit’, is providing a bigger task than trying to figure out why they never use the prefix ‘Pundit’. Which is something you can never explain to the ignorant fuckers in the Liberal Media when they’re thinking of making that documentary about this new internet phenomena.
I’m thinking that I might just give up, and try to do something that will automatically result in the addition of the suffix ‘gate’ to my activities, and publicise the entire procedure on a couple of great overseas sites like Xanga or LiveJournal. This would probably require something of a content management system (or CMS for short) or failing that, a killer app to coordinate the vast socialist conspiracy a good scandal requires.
Alternatively, I could just get in a webmistress, because girls are better at organising things than boys. Naturally she’ll recommend a good trackback function, so we can see who out there is taking my thoughts to pieces and using them against me, while we just go overseas for a weekend and record it all on the appropriate travelblog. I’m no Emo.
Although, I have been accused of considering myself metrosexual for all that talk of recipes. My counter-assertions that my interest in fishing and diving makes me a retrosexual only seems to warrant decent attention in friendblogs mind you. These are the same sorts of friends who put you up to dares involving trying to find places for words like watchblog, videoblog, Vlog, Vog, Vloggers, Vlogging and Vlogged, so they can sit and giggle on their moblog readers.
It’s becoming a sad, sad world people.