Well, I have to say, I’m flattered.
When I turned my phone on this morning (on which I do all internet-based activities) I discovered that two people were following my little project. I have no idea what the etiquette is in these situations, but let me just say Thank You to you, you made my day. Since then, I believe one or two more have poked their heads round the door, so to speak, to see what the noise was.
This is, of course, all extremely gratifying, but did at first make me slightly concerned. After all, now I had people watching. I was going to have to start getting interesting, and fast.
I can’t help it, I’ve got to go with what I’m currently finding interesting and hope that it strikes a chord with a like mind. So here it is:
I don’t know about you, but when I’m talking to friends and colleagues at work, I’m not talking the same way as I am when I’m chatting with my mum or my gran. Now that makes perfect sense, for many reasons, but it doesn’t work that way on the Web. You can probably tell that I have given this blogging lark some considerable thought recently, and it occurs to me that despite the fact that we all chat happily away on social networks like Facebook, sending each other dirty jokes, swearing, using appalling, braindead slang and abbreviations and generally acting like we’ve all known each other for years, despite very often not having even met, when we reach the blogosphere it all changes.
Here in the rarified atmosphere of cod intellectualism we all have to dot our eyes and cross our teas, and be terribly clever and a little bit dry, and if possible, just a tiny bit cynical. All of this, despite the fact that once again, we have no idea who it is we are talking to. Doesn’t anyone else find this odd? Why don’t we all show off our cerebral ego on Facebook? It’s as if there is a competition to demonstrate one’s maximum capacity for stupidity. Which, don’t get me wrong, – I like a good comedy Troll as much as the next man – is funny, for a given value of funny, but is a pain in the arse when you’re trying to have a sensible conversation with some complete strangers on the other side of the world, when the internet version of Colin Hunt from the Fast Show turns up. The sort to whom the epitome of humour is ROTFLMAO. (It actually made me wince typing that) The trouble is, they don’t know how to take a hint, and the comment thread then descends into a mass verbal lynching until either the offending party does everyone a favour and goes off to play with his inflatable banana, or the victims of his zaniness decamp en-masse to a different thread.
I’m beginning to see the attraction of blogging now. Not only is there carte blanche to talk as much rubbish as you like, about whatever you like, you can also spend ages coming up with witty retorts to comments without being interrupted by bloody C.Hunt.
I admit to still being a sucker for Facebook, but already I’m spending more time jotting down notes on bits of paper throughout the day than posting fatuous, sarcastic, or just plain strange things on my wall.
I think I may have a new hobby.
I thoroughly recommend it.