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What does one do when they approach the major milestone of 100 posts? I have no frecking idea. So I decided to look at how one of the finest bloggers on my blogroll (well fine in terms of amount of people who read the thing, not the quality of the material, but hey it's results, not effort that counts in this cutthroat world where superficiality is quinessential, so I figured I must be doing something wrong, and he must be doing something right) approached this most important of milestones.
Turns out I was being a complete idiotic naive lunatic for thinking that this was important in the first place. Yeah, the 100th post isn't important at all, and it deserves to be thrown in some decrepit dumpster in some slum in Brooklyn like all the other posts. Oh wait no, not completely it's a "mini milestone" so we'll give them a rose petal or a bottle of bubbly for their troubles to last them to some more spectacular milestone like 200 because due to popularity and the lack of a quality-based criterion, said blog reached this pathetic number of posts in May this year, eclipsing this collection of improvised thoughts in terms of posts and viewer response. So that's something to learn I guess, but somehow I don't think churning out recounts of my life (it's about as exciting as sharpening your finger with a pair of pink steak knives) will increase popularity of this blog. So, moving along.
The next thing I notice is the fact that this fantastic blogger makes reference of external sources. Extremely fantastical and buzz-inducing sources apparently, although I don't see myself being able to repeated surf the archives of Google or Yahoo Answers to find something or someone worth ridiculing. In fact I'd ridicule myself for doing such a thing. So another solution that won't seem to work for me.
Interesting subject matter that people can relate to seems to be my next obstacle. This blog is filled with my own work. Creative writing and reviews and the like. Well, that leads to two potential immense pitfalls. 1. People actually give an internally processed blob of digested foodscrap what I think. Not likely. and 2. People actually give an internally processed puddle of other undigested foodscraps about things that make them think. No. In fact, although this blog was created to amalgamate my feelings and thoughts at a particular time, it's probably just more evidence of how naive and stupid I've become. Or remained. I can't tell. Why go to all that trouble when no one (except for maybe Daniel Oliviero because he's ten times weirder than me, and that's a great thing obviously) wants such a product? We're a niche market, both Dan and my blogs pale in comparison to this exemplar, and I can only blame myself for that. It's our choice of material that dictates our choice of audience, and since people are more inclined apparently to videos of people talking to a camera and doing something that they can laugh at just so they don't have to think, well who are we to try and change that?
Self-talk is another aspect that was evident nearing the end of this post. Narration of not creative or fictional events but rather one's own life and things like losing something and finding it again appeals to people, despite the fact if it was used in a story, people would rip it to shreds and sprinkle it over their uncle's cabbage soup or something and pretend it was grated vanilla ice cream. Life is mundane, but stories or other creative writing can help people explore other places, more magical, exciting and escape from this world. So why are people content about such mundane and dare I say it inconsequential happenings? I truely don't know, to be honest. I can't understand this growing trend of consumers preferring boredom and the ordinary as opposed to...
And then I saw his blogroll. 10 links are featured. I look at mine. There are four, two of which don't even blog any more. One is Danny, the other is this successful blogger of whom I speak. So after all this, it comes down to how many of your friends give an internally semi-digested semi-rotten culmination of gastric juices and seared rat meat about what it is that I do.
If that is the case, why do I bother? 99 posts, Ladies and Gentlemen. The next will be my 100th. I look at the time and the clock reads 11:11. This signifies remembrance, and I am broken from my trance of frustration, fury and eagerness to vent. I remember that all this was pointless because no one will care, no one will change, and this will ultimately do nothing. I type my usual signout and hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and a good Boxing Day. Then I go to bed, knowing that the world hasn't changed because of what I think.
Hope you guys all had a Merry Christmas and a Good Boxing Day. Check back soon for the 100th post.
Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations.
6 years ago
2 comments:
eric, read your story as promised.
i remember reading the first part a long time ago, but in a way im glad i read them all at once now because the way you build the suspense would've probably made me a little bit crazy :P i love your long descriptive sentences and keep blogging, even though im guilty of not reading often, it's quality stuff to check out
looking forward to blog no. 100
as per usual, nice work ;)
Eric sometimes you have to do something to do it. If that makes sense. Deep down you knew your blog was not going to become world class and well known you did it because you needed a medium to communicate and even if it is to maybe a couple of people that keep returning then thats what you are here for. Its like a diary. Most people write a diary for the sake of documenting their experiences for themself not for others and that is exactly what this is. There are just a couple of people reading over your shoulder.
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