The Four Horsepersons of the Ablogalypse

And I saw when the n00b opened one of the blogs, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder (for he had eaten beans), one of the four beasts saying, Come and see my blog.

And I heard, and beheld a white noise: and he that posted within it had a computer; and anonymity was given unto him: and he went forth conquering the forums with trash talk, and to rant.

And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see my blog.

And there went out anothers thumb was green: and power was given to her that sat thereon to make peace with the earth, and that they should not kill one another: and there was given unto her a tree to plant.

And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see my blog.

And I beheld, and saw black hair; and he that it sat upon had a pair of Smiths tickets in his hand.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of truth for a blogger, and three reply posts that call you an names; and see that this will hurt your feelings and you will boil and whine.

And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see my blog.

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Dearth, and "what the Hell" followed with him. And power was given unto them over the Web part of the Internet, to kill with word, and with hunger for meaninful content, and with dearth (of meaning), and with the the bloggers of the earth.

Awesomely Awesome thing I said yesterday...

"It's like a wreck from a carload of Swedish models. It's tragic and beautiful at the same time."

Blogging Blog...

" - A blog (short for weblog) is a personal online journal that is frequently updated and intended for general public consumption. Blogs are defined by their format: a series of entries posted to a single page in reverse-chronological order. Blogs generally represent the personality of the author or reflect the purpose of the Web Site that hosts the blog. Topics sometimes include brief philosophical musings, commentary on Internet and other social issues, and links to other sites the author favors, especially those that support a point being made on a post."

BLOG. Short for WeBLOG, it has essentially become the catch all term for any forum, personal log, or posting board. The term itself is misused because of people (often journalists) who have come across the term and adopted its use without a real understanding of the subject.

Webinar is another term that annoys me. So you're holding a seminar on the web, you should coin a term that is kitschy and will make the people talking about it sound like they're part of the 21st century. No thanks, I'd much rather attend a roominar or just watch the video on the web.

For now though, I'm going blogging mad. I'll be blogging this blogging blog until the blogs come to blog. Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog baked beans blog blog blog and blog.

RSS your life...

I've already signed up for my RSS feeds, week 2 (or is it 3) is done. Funny though, as I was signing up to the RSS feeds for the blogs of library co-workers, it dawned on me that I would be getting RSS updates for everybodies Library 2.0 efforts.

Do I really want to be notified when someone else has done what I've already done? Do you really care, whether I want to know or not? Are you even reading this?

Awesomely awesome thing I said days ago...

"If I have a look on my face like I know something you don't, it's because I do."

Awesomely awesome thing I said about a month ago...

"It's like a village of village idiots."

Slip in the Gears

Gears represent the machine.

Gears bring to mind an internal set of workings. Various cogs, chains, and maybe a motor for drive. The function of the system relies upon the precision and reliability of the gears. Relationships and pressure (that forces other gears) that is not quite violent yet not entirely peaceful. That is the nature of the machine.

We are trapped in the machines. Societal machines. Wage-slave machines. Psycological machines. Nationalist machines. Natural machines. Doesn't matter.

Now, what does a slip in the gears imply for the machine? Think on that for a bit.

Awesomely awesome thing I said today...

In what I hope is a recurring post...the awesomely awesome thing I said to day was:

"It's like he's tied his stupid to a rope and he's swinging it around his head."

I really am hilarious.

Let's get ready to ramble!!!!

Let's begin with some pedantic ramblings about the name of my blog. I love the word pedantic. If you're using it, you're living it.

It's like all metaphorical and stuff. Do you get it? The question is...does it describe what has happened, what should happen, or what I wish would happen?

OK I've started my BLOG. That's a word I hate, but like stupid, it's something you just have to learn to live with, cause it's not going away. It's Tuesday and that slacker Jon has the audacity to take the day off to go look at animals being all animally inside a faux-naturelle homo-sapien fabricated confinement system. You guessed it! The zoo!

I should be working on some photo collages for an upcoming campus coordinated tech expo this Friday. But my boss ORDERED me to start my weBLOG RIGHT NOW!!! What a tyrant. I swear, if my boss wasn't so nice and good at what she does, and if I didn't like my job and my co-workers, and if I was making minimum wage, I'd quit this job.

I HATE artsy/craftsy projects. I don't have any comprehensive sense of visual style. I mean look at how I dress, free t-shirts and church clothes (cause they're holey --ha, that joke never gets old. Or funny). Oh well.

Well, I think that's it for now.