A Lament
Herself complained yesterday.
I should point out that this is nothing extraordinary and the day she doesn’t complain about something or other will be the day pigs sheep and horses will fly.
Anyhows, I was sitting minding my own business and Herself was sitting in the next chair [she had behaved herself the previous day so I had wheeled her out of her bedroom as a reward].
“I can’t see your awards” she suddenly piped up.
Now this was true. I had stuck the awards in a corner and forgotten about them. There are only four of them so they don’t take up too much space. Sadly one of them is broken anyway. It’s a heavy crystal glass thing [Irish Blog Awards – Best Personal Blog 2008] but a visitor knocked it out a window and it broke into several pieces. I glued them together again but its beauty is forever sundered.
So I moved some of my cacti. I should point out that I like cacti and have a long line of them along the window ledge where they take it in turn to flower. Two of my Christmas Cacti have now been replaced with the broken crystal award and my Golden Spider award [Best Blogging Site 2007] which looks like, well, a sort of golden spider on long legs. They are sitting there now reminding me of an era when blogs [hate the word] were fun and plentiful.
I often wonder what happened to them all. Everyone seems to have switched to Instagram or Farcebook these days and consider those to be somehow individual. I started ignoring the Irish Blog Awards some time ago when they became all pink and fluffy, all writing about fashion, makeup. lifestyle and the like and generally just pumping out girly stuff.
I had a quick look on the Interwebs to see if blog awards are still around. “blog awards ireland” just throws a casino into first place while the second does actually mention this site in passing. Sadly though awards seem to be a thing of the past along with blogs. There were a couple but their categories were “parenting” or “influencers”. The latter seems to be the cesspit where people concentrate now but to me an “influencer” site is just an advertising site for the gullible.
Blogs are a bit like the steam train – something individual with a personality – which has been replaced with bland soulless modernity.
Maybe I should start a Blog Preservation Society?
Or maybe I’m already part of one?
Serious question.
Can you provide a link to your earliest web-log.
I am just nosey.
They're all there in the sidebar [Archives?].
The first post where I hadn't a clue what a nightmare I was unleashing.
I'm with you there Grandad.
The job I retired from was in a cube farm. I was the oldest one in the building, and along with a few young allies I fought change tooth and nail.
"This works fine, why the hell are we changing it"?
"Because its four years old."
"No, its two years old. We spent the first two years debating what we wanted out of it."
Then it was decided we needed input from another third party vendor. I was never so happy to get out in my life!
I've been a reader from the early days. And I'm glad you're still posting. Thanks for all the scribbles.
Indeed you have, Darragh. It seems like a lifetime since we met all those years ago [in Cork?].
So you keep coming back time and time again in the hopes of finding something decent but all you get is the same old rubbish. Einstein's definition of insanity?