blog slack
I’ve noticed that some of my blogging comrades have been a little slack of late. All of them are exceptional writers offering a diverse selection of thoughts on a variety of subjects. I eagerly await my daily login to read what markusrandall has been up to, the musings of flambingo and the events in ablogslife. The odds of new posts from Lawrence have been far less than 6040 and there’s not much going on at the phathouse. The test has failed and maybe theres been something dropped in evilcoffee.
What has been going on on the blog front. Are people getting tired of blogging or are they getting tired of fighting the spam that has been slowly eroding away at MT users everywhere.
Well I don’t have the answer. All I know is that I am slowly tiring of the fight but am determinds not to give in. I’m not sure who, if anyone, reads this drivel but I enjoy making this a resource for my inane ramblings, a repository for my thoughts and a place for me to jot down things I may otherwise forget. So for that reason I urge you all to continue your blogging.
(are you there? can you hear me?)
Kudos to the following.
blackbeltjones
theobvious
catflap
currybet
evilcoffee February 20, 2005 - 11:04 pm
It’s simple. You start with a website/blog/whatever and its fine at the start. But you’re in a new media job, albeit a developer, still you’re surrounded by the ‘fluence. Suddenly you start thinking about brand identity. You find yourself asking questions about your choice of typeface. It’s 4am in the morning and suddenly you know you hate your colour scheme. And it’s just your personal blog. Only two people read it and one of those is your invisible childhood friend. You try to see sense but you can’t. Two months later and you’re not writing, you’re sat in Photoshop listening to the same Glen Campbell track over and over again wondering if you’re verdana or georgia and if olive-green could actually work. It’s a year since you’ve updated. You have site plans and unfinished designs for several different websites/blogs/whatever but now it’s all too much. You pass a poster outside Tottenham Court Road, wave your cam-phone and call it creative inspiration. You never transfer the photo. Call it procrastination. Call it being too stubborn to give Six Apart your money. Besides all the kids are saying RSS is the way baby. Who even needs a “website”? So you scour freshmeat for 0.01 revision of a new Python script with the install text in Danish and tell yourself you’re making progress. Self imposed milestones slip because they’re precisely that. You spend a train journey composing a screenplay where someone like you is held prisoner by a lunatic and forced to complete a website using a keyboard made of broken glass. You decide to call it “Arbitrary Deadline” and then, as you give your touching, witty and memorable Oscar speech, you find you have sleepwalked into the morning meeting and it all fades away in the droning minutiae of the office job. In fact all you’re left with is the energy to make an occasional random posting on someone else?s weblog…