Why and Bye
I always wondered why I started this blog or what it was for. Was it for the glory? Was it for the prestige? Was it to find a hidden talent that I never knew I had - one that I have but in meager proportions. “Occasionally funny” will be my epitaph. Did I want women to desire me and men want to be me – well a bit. Did I want to be part of a culture changing phenomena that is sweeping the world or just join in a load of people prattle on about themselves and stuff?
Nah!
Today I found out why I have been doing it?
It was so I could become *the* number one result for google searches for stupid stormtroopers. How fucking great is that?
I am number one… why try harder?
So it is on this joyful occasion I choose to be the moment I vanish from cyberspace back up in to the real world.
I may be back I may not. I may even get around to telling you what happened in Egypt part II.
In the mean time I will be spending some time with the biggest change that blogging has brought to my life. A change so strange and magical it is hard to believe it is real.
It has been emotional.
Nah!
Today I found out why I have been doing it?
It was so I could become *the* number one result for google searches for stupid stormtroopers. How fucking great is that?
I am number one… why try harder?
So it is on this joyful occasion I choose to be the moment I vanish from cyberspace back up in to the real world.
I may be back I may not. I may even get around to telling you what happened in Egypt part II.
In the mean time I will be spending some time with the biggest change that blogging has brought to my life. A change so strange and magical it is hard to believe it is real.
It has been emotional.
posted by h at
12:07 am
8 Comments:
Yes I guess it's a bit of a waste of time, and fundamentally unsatisfying. Like cigarettes.
Suicide notes are rarely written by genuine suicides.
A man called Pegusus the poet would write many elegant suicide notes, but his skill in suicide note writing was matched by his incompetance in actually killing himself and he was often found hanging from a tree with his feet touching the ground, or badly injured having jumped from a ground floor window, or on the toilet after an overdose of laxitives.
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bloggin the Question, at 4:32 pm
I want you.
I need you.
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you...
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Zen Wizard, at 6:19 pm
Bloody hell, Hen - first I go off on one and now you. Say it ain't so!
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Wyndham, at 9:12 pm
Well you see, the great thing about internet suicides is the next day you can resurrect yourself even reincarnate as if nothing had happened.
I just want a break for a couple of weeks A certain Canadian blogging friend is coming over to stay for a while. So ironically a bit of non internet time with her will be well fantastic.
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h, at 12:34 am
Well enjoy your non-Internet time with your Canadian lady. I have so very much enjoyed reading what you write, and I hope you reincarnate yourself soon in a magical, phoenix-like way.
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Léonie, at 2:46 pm
You'll be back, though, one can never fully de-blog. I'll be waiting... with a bludgeoner, if need be.
You two Kommonwealth Kids have fun, now. :)
p.s. dude!! on the "stupid stormtroupers" listing
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zura, at 6:36 pm
Ahh shucks. Ok then since you have all been so nice and I have been inundated with a few emails saying the same. I will be back - in a couple fof weeks.
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h, at 8:15 pm
Nothing is over! (John Rambo said that.)
See you around Sir. You're good and you deserve a fair Canadian.
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Latigo Flint, at 9:06 am
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