Tuesday, 6 December 2011

Let me set something straight.

I'm just going to preempt any further content by saying I firmly believe in quality over quantity, yet that may not be the tactic I employ writing on here. This is myself trying to get out of my creative lull and take some risks. This entire page is essentially my drafting paper.

I'm just going to apologise to Maddox, firstly, who once excellently said:

"I self-edit because I respect my readers. I have written or started to write 13 articles last year, and only published 1. That's because I don't think everything I write is worth posting, and I wish more web authors followed suit. There's way too much bullshit out there; too many half-assed assertions, uninteresting observations, long, tedious fiction tomes and an endless supply of shitty photo blogs. Being able to point a camera at something and snapping a photo doesn't automatically make you an artist, and no nobody cares about your stupid link dump with a clever name. If it took you 5 minutes to make, it'll probably take me half as long times zero seconds to lose interest. If half these dick holes stopped flooding the Internet with so much shitty content, it wouldn't be so hard for genuinely talented up-and-commers to get noticed. Then again, if your goal is fame, you're in it for the wrong reason to begin with. Nobody cares about the quantity of articles, it's the quality that counts. If you post a thousand shitty articles and one good one, you think anyone will remember the shitty ones and say "hey, that one article is really good, but the reason I go back is for the shitty daily updates!" No, you cocks. Nobody remembers the shitty ones. All they care about are the good ones."

I'm pissing in an ocean.

In fact, this whole blog post is particularly ridiculous because I'm asserting something based on a delusion that I have an audience. Nobody reads blogs. Certainly nobody reads the blogs of uninteresting people, and I most likely lead an incredibly uninteresting life. I'm not famous, and I'm not posting this from increasingly exotic locations while describing the previous days arduous trekking with each update. My feet don't hurt, I didn't have a drink with some locals, and I didn't take photos of myself from the summit of Kilimanjaro.

The End.

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