I spent a while surfing blogs this evening. It's damn hard to actually find one I want to read. When I read blogs I want compelling voices sharing their vision. I want drollery, profundity, wit, wisdom. I don't want product advertising, if I want porn all I have to do is stop avoiding it any time I'm online, and I don't read any language other than English (except a smattering of German). Right there I've removed about fifty percent of the candidates from consideration. Next, it sounds harsh, but I don't care about the daily minutiae and the diligently photographed cute moments of other people's families. Yeah, I know, they're not out there for me anyway but I still have to wade through them when I've gone walkabout in the blogosphere. Here's a revelation: pretending it's your infant children writing the blog is not nearly as cute as you think it is. Sorry. Neither is posting endless pictures of your cat's latest antics. Nor putting a soundtrack to your blog. Nor stamping/scrapbooking. There went another forty percent or so.
If you don't like those opinions or if you yourself are perpetrating a blog described above, oh well. You can just go straight to the 'next blog' button and never return. No skin off my nose.
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