I cannot even begin to estimate the volume of words I've produced online over the past week. Some ridiculous sum, I'm sure. My weblog, my dreamlog, here, even a little Top Ten Blogging but not much. Oh - and Metafilter! I discovered that on, I think, Thursday night, and that got addictive quick.
I went on a couple of commenting binges that involved me going through my entire link list plus the link lists of a few people on my link list and commenting everywhere that was possible and sometimes even emailing if I couldn't comment. I argued, agreed, commiserated, condemned, repented, ranted, flamed, and raved. Sometimes I would go on these sprees, utterly sober mind you, and when I was done it was like I'd been in a blackout - couldn't really remember where I'd been or what I said there, so sometimes I had to go surf around and find out what this other aspect of myself was out there doing. I swear some of that wasn't me. Oh by the way if you're reading this and you were bothered or offended or just annoyed by me last week, chances are, it was an aberration. Or maybe it wasn't, I did mean some of the things I said, especially recently, now that I've calmed down some and found an opinion or two I feel comfortable with. Not that I'm going to tell you about that now - I've opined often, in many many places, I'm sure you'll see your share, so I won't add to that. Yet. The night is young.
I saw people taking breaks, rethinking/redesigning, and even quitting weblogging. Reflecting on what it means, spreading all these words out here, everywhere, and why? Those exact doubts assailed me just this afternoon, on the way back to my desk from the bathroom. I thought, why am I doing this? What does it matter? What difference does it make? Nothing! I thought about doing a little break-taking myself, then thought, naah. This entire thought process happened between the hallway by the printers and me walking in the door of my office - eight steps, and by the time I turned around to sit down in my chair, it was over. Nope, not shutting up yet. I'll have plenty of time to be quiet and inobtrusive after I'm dead. Writing is life? (Even just writing all this BS?) Hmmm... that would be awfully pretentious of me to say. Maybe I'll say it anyway.
Doing a major head bob up and down in agreement here....
by Pristine at September 19, 2001 1:48 AM
lol! I had a feeling you were doing a comment marathon! It just takes you like that sometimes, doesn't it? And then the skulking around, trying to see what you put and where you put it - knowing full well that no-one is going to take any of the less well-thought-out comments off for you (especially at surreally *g*). For a while (I think it lasted about 2 days, actually) I kept a link list so I could go back and follow up on anything I commented. It got to be very high-maintenance though, so I stopped. It was getting in the way of posting and commenting some more.
Whatever people's reactions have been, and decisions they've taken about their weblogs, it's good to see them moving forward.
by suey at September 19, 2001 7:58 AM
Pristine...no, too easy.
kd - careful, MeFi is a time-sucking monster sometimes! LOL
by Charles at September 19, 2001 9:26 PM
Oh yeah that MeFi tagline ‘more addictive than crack’? Crack's got nothin' on Metafilter. No comparison. And I would know.
by kd at September 20, 2001 3:24 AM
You would? Why is a mental picture of kd beaming up by smoking the glass dick suddenly arousing me? I need help . . .
by Charles at September 20, 2001 9:56 PM
I'm much better now. I actually have checking accounts again, though it took ten years following the...incedent(s).
by kd at September 21, 2001 2:42 PM