One hand clapping
Hello! Is this still a fashionable, vital, young person's medium? I feel like an X-Factor winner's second album; received by a torrent of silence. I'm here, I'm knocking on the moonlit door, my horse is champing the grasses like he's spent the last six years on Astroturf, but is there anybody there? Is there bollocks.
OK, that might be something of an exaggeration. But these days it seems that, in some quarters of LiveJournal, the hubbub of voices has given way to a whistling wind. I did come up with a series of sociological and psychological reasons for this, but in keeping with the ennui that seems to have consumed much of the authorship, it lies unfinished. Plus it insulted several other cultures and nationalities, so it should at least be kept under wraps until we teeter on the edge of nuclear war. I'm not sure I have the ambition or wherewithal to be a master of grand ideas, but I think I could do a nice line in scale-tipping.
Having not updated in several months, I'm also well aware that my inactivity makes me complicit in the downfall. I'm like a single mother, out of her head on drugs and benefits, her only concern the striplight glitz of grubby hedonism that sustains her cadaverous existence. And all the while her only child, this seraph which she brought into creation, is left dumb and unnurtured in some dank cellar; a shameful excrescence in a repressed annexe of pleasurable society. "So I hear you've got a LiveJournal". And when she is not coked out of her skull she weeps, weeps for everything that she, and more importantly, her child might have become. And instead their bond has been broken, and she is left a helpless, disempowered, misogynistic caricature, who is only fit for use in Channel 4 programmes and thenorthernline LiveJournal entries.
Yeah, a bit like that. I think the problem is the fairly repetitive itinerary of adult life blunts the faculties required to make a go of something so awesomely trivial like this place. But the world needs trivial things, so I'd like to make a go of it with you, LiveJournal. Take this as a premature New Year's resolution: I vow to write here more often, however titanically mundane the subject matter is and even if, post-Twitter, I get the viewing figures of BBC3. A LiveJournal is for life, not just for Christmas. Same time next year?
OK, that might be something of an exaggeration. But these days it seems that, in some quarters of LiveJournal, the hubbub of voices has given way to a whistling wind. I did come up with a series of sociological and psychological reasons for this, but in keeping with the ennui that seems to have consumed much of the authorship, it lies unfinished. Plus it insulted several other cultures and nationalities, so it should at least be kept under wraps until we teeter on the edge of nuclear war. I'm not sure I have the ambition or wherewithal to be a master of grand ideas, but I think I could do a nice line in scale-tipping.
Having not updated in several months, I'm also well aware that my inactivity makes me complicit in the downfall. I'm like a single mother, out of her head on drugs and benefits, her only concern the striplight glitz of grubby hedonism that sustains her cadaverous existence. And all the while her only child, this seraph which she brought into creation, is left dumb and unnurtured in some dank cellar; a shameful excrescence in a repressed annexe of pleasurable society. "So I hear you've got a LiveJournal". And when she is not coked out of her skull she weeps, weeps for everything that she, and more importantly, her child might have become. And instead their bond has been broken, and she is left a helpless, disempowered, misogynistic caricature, who is only fit for use in Channel 4 programmes and thenorthernline LiveJournal entries.
Yeah, a bit like that. I think the problem is the fairly repetitive itinerary of adult life blunts the faculties required to make a go of something so awesomely trivial like this place. But the world needs trivial things, so I'd like to make a go of it with you, LiveJournal. Take this as a premature New Year's resolution: I vow to write here more often, however titanically mundane the subject matter is and even if, post-Twitter, I get the viewing figures of BBC3. A LiveJournal is for life, not just for Christmas. Same time next year?