Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Blogging...I blame Polaroid
Well, it looks as if this blogging thing is becoming a dying art form. First the DoDo bird, then chivalry, and now blogging. Revision: chivalry, DoDo bird, then blogging. And in case you're wondering, the DoDo bird was an art form. It's excrement was Jackson Pollock's inspiration.
I can't imagine waiting a month or more for the response to a handwritten letter. Now Twitter will inform me of the mindless wanderings of a third string linebacker on my favorite football team, every 15 seconds, if he's that prolific with his tweets. Seriously, people actually "follow" third string linebackers. Something is fundamentally wrong with this picture. Instead of reading a book a smart person wrote, the masses have turned to the 140 character masterpieces of guys that read on a 5th grade level and chew horse roids like they're sticks of Juicy Fruit. Perhaps, (I was going to use "maybe" here but perhaps just sounds smarter) it's not a coincidence that Twitter's logo is feathered like Farrah Fawcett's bangs.