Like a Train Wreck

That's me, maddad. AKA Lost My Cookies. Fresh from my webcam and reversed because I think I look better facing that way.

This is my 1505th post. It's also my last. I think. At any rate, it's the last post for a while. If I ever do post again, maybe I'll do the things that get you links and hits, like trackbacks and memes and a blog roll and maybe get into a pissing match with a blogger who actually has traffic. Maybe. Probably not.

I'm just burnt out on the whole Internet thing. It's not fun any more. People aren't funny. Everything is either regurgitated talking points or lame, obvious, "satire". Blogs, like this one, are history. Facebook broke the back of the blogs and Twitter will kill them. While paging through my archives looking for some good rants I noticed that most of my earlier posts would have fit nicely into Twitter. But I'm not going to do that any more either. I'm just done.

The big blogs with lots of traffic have been co-opted by commercial interests aligned with one or the other major political party. The smaller blogs that have been around for a while spend most of their energy link whoring those sites. Comment sections are either mindless cheerleaders or overrun with obvious trolls. It would be nice to browse a site that isn't full of either idiots or assholes. You can decide which is which. I don't give a shit.

Right now I am going to devote my time to keeping my family fed, clothed and housed. I don't have time to pamphleteer or Samizdat. I have managed to winnow my blog reading down to three daily reads, I'll still read them, but I'm not commenting. I've lost whatever small sense of humor I once had, and I no longer want to give the Gestapo a hotfoot for the fun of it. If you want to get in touch, use the email address below. I'll answer email. Later. maddad.

I think I'll let maddmom handle that one.

This is my 1500th post. I've been doing this since December 27, 2003 and to be honest, I'm thinking this blog looks a lot like the kid's toilet up there. I'm actually kind of burnt out on the whole thing.

Blogs like mine are pretty much over. Twitter, Facebook, Linkedin and all the social networking crap nowadays are pretty much overwhelming any interest there might have been in a diary type blog. The old stereotype of the blogger on his notebook blogging about what he had for lunch has been replaced with the hipster Tweeting from his cellphone every thirty seconds. Hell, I'd did it too, half the posts on this blog are one-line updates from Little Leauge games.

But lately I can't seem to get what I want to say out in 140 characters, and if my analytics are to be believed, no one reads this mess any more, and I'm tired of talking to myself.

I know I did a lot wrong. No trackbacks, never built a blogroll, never pimped my posts in bigger blog's comment sections, and never built up an e-mail freindship with other bloggers. When I started this blog, on the advice of my "blogfather" the late Rob Smith, the blogosphere was in one of its periodic hissy fits. Kind of like it is today. Bloggers were linking up into alliances and ceremoniously de-linking each other, calling each other "racists" and "moonbats" all sorts of other shit and I wasn't into that. Maybe if I had been into it I'd have traffic, but at the time I wanted to use the blog as an email replacement and a place to vent.

Vented a lot, but I never got anyone to read the damn thing enough to use it as a "keep in touch" tool. Guess I should have joined Myspace or Facebook. But to tell you all the truth, that's too much work. The fact is, I like being semi-anonymous. I can say what I want, it won't shock anyone who knows me, and if you don't know me, you still won't when you leave. But I'm pissing upstream, everyone wants to be connected and when I think about it, I really don't.