Monday, March 24, 2003
How to Inspire Hate Like Me
I am really trying to get into the spirit of blogging. You know, that whole idea of a community, and everyone wants to know your name. In that vein, I decided to go to the globe of blogs and check people out. Then, I would comment on what I saw, and move on down the road. I saw two blogs, equally unique (some might argue all blogs are unique, but they just aren't) and i wrote about them.
Checking my tracker when I came home, I saw one of the people I blogged had stopped by. She was the one blog I liked, and have visited on a few occasions. I guess she did not think I liked her, though, because she lashed out
i actually don't know what to think of it on a whole, this silly little box i'm typing onto right now or that silly little page you're reading this on. and then there are things like this, which i really don't understand. as if in the meta-world, i should be estactic that someone has finally bashed this blog (or not, because i'm unsure).. or atleast given silly wannabe-deep sounding criticism of blogging in general, with attention given to the last few posts that i've been a good slacking gen x'er to actually complete.
I admit, I am a wanna-be deep sounding critic. Not of blogging though, of people. Blogging is just a convenient way of getting that done.
And I didn't have time for the other posts, but they are a fun read.
I looked back on my post. Perhaps my language, and my use of sarcasm, is wat set the wheels of hate in motion:
Anyway, I knew it would be full of the sort of "inside my head garbage" I have come to expect from blogs. I was not disappointed. Her posts are of the random sort you would get in a real diary (real meaning NON internet based, usually found under a matress with a fake lock and a bow) OK, that doesn't really do her any justice, I don't think she is the fake-lock-and-a-bow type. In fact, I wanted to call her a hippie, but I am not sure she fits that mold, either. Hippies don't have cellphones, I don't think
Perhaps I could have found a better word than garbage, and I gues some people (cartman, eric) might think hippie is a four letter word.
Anyway, I did what I came to do, and I stand by it. I wish this thing had a meter that showed my face while I was typing.
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."
-William Congreve, "The Mourning Bride"