Unlike the biosphere, the blogosphere has no bacteria to decompose bad ideas/posts. They sit and linger in cyber space, waiting for a future to appreciate them, like we appreciate a stone inscription made by the natives thousands of years ago, no matter how asinine or primative the inscription, time as a measure will make us appreciate it. So too the millions of bloggers, who labour over their day's thoughts, and plant them in the web of humanity, hoping that one day their seed will sprout into an appreciation far more owing to the passage of time than the wisdom in their words. But... and here we go, the blogosphere has been shaken, turned upside down, and forsythe's six pathetic posts have been emptied onto the dusty ground. All because of the arrival of a 'Bad case of writer's blog' http://www.badcaseofwritersblog-g.blogspot.com/ finally a refreshing blog that is a mix of my shallow commentaries of the world, and Jroc's very deep and heart-wrenching look into his life. We have (according to one post) both an insightful look into human nature (not the white aussie band singing black american songs) and the way pop culture relates to the badcaseofwriter'sblog philosophy. So in other words, it's a little deeper than mine, but more pop than the bare-all style of Jroc's )whose blog is http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=103072967)
and for those who want a little sample of Jroc's blog, but dare not click on the link, ill put his latest post here, as some filler, and also i know he'll love having a fresh audience:
"ugh. so i'm having muscle spasms in my neck. ouch. i keep thinking how amazing it would be to possibly get through one semester without some incredible and inexplicable pain or some sort or another.i am trying to get the bastards of fate a show here in c'ville, which is exciting and nostalgic and a great distraction from my most recent failures as a human being. it's easily been 10 years since i played a show and 12 since i had anything whatsoever to do with setting up a show. it would be neat for that to happen. i shall keep everyone posted.believe it or not, as much as i tried to avoid it in my LBJ wannabe ilk, it seems leadership may be thrust upon me. despite my best efforts to step aside and let other people lead the area council, it looks like there's going to have to be an impeachment of all officers because nobody's taking it seriously. i would much rather be the impeached than the impeacher, my role in life is much more nixon than ford. but, it has to be done and if nobody else is going to do it, it might as well be me. or maybe, like w, this is the sign that god wants me to be president, lol.actually, it kinda sucks. but if things don't change, i will submit a motion to summarily impeach and replace all the officers from the council for failing to live up to the meager responsibilities of their elections.i just did this amazing samaritan kinda thing by telling sam that he left the lights in his car on. if it had been anybody else, i'd've just let that battery burn out. ah, the depths of futile crushes. i feel like my whole self-imposed bastard label is crumbling.i'd still much rather be a bastard than a love-sick puppy dawg, but c'est la guerre."
Gobbledock Monster:
Ok, it has been my recent dissapointment that some of my friends don't remember the gobbledock monster. (dave and liz) it hasn't been since about 1994 since i've been so captivated with a corporate figure as i did with the gobbledock monster. Perhaps it was simply because during my formative years, i yearned for magic that can never be repeated once approaching the ripe old age of 25. Perhaps that is why even those nifty coke summer ads fail to inspire a sense of wonder in life and Product that it should. But right now i'm callign for a return of the monster who stole the chipees.
I can't even find a photo of him on the internet. He is one elusive little fella. We need photos. I did see him on a recent ad, where all the peopel are dancing on the roof of a building enjoying smiths chips, and in amongst all the hundreds of dancers they show the little hairy gobbledock monster for a few moments. So the gobbledock monster has appeared in 2007, but only as a reference that an ad viewer as astute as myself would understand- i mean the rest of my friends from the 90's don't even know who the gobbledock monster is. I say it's time to bring him back. Apparently a third of aussies are obese, so i think we need a little furry monster stealing excess calories, like a ravanoues seagull at the beach.
Quotes:
Lois: Are you Kate Moss? For someone with no breasts, you've done very well for yourself. Good for you.
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Social worker: "Glen honey, I got a question for you. What do you do for a living?
Quagmire: "I got a question for you. Why are you still here?"
