Entropy. The universe falling apart.
Blogs going kattywampus. Tardis ending up slightly sidewise in a time stream.
Wow, this has been a weird week in so many ways. First off, from the traffic I’ve seen as well as disgruntled comments in other locales, it seems snark stalwart Sadly No went down like a seventies groupie. Was it a DDOS attack? dead Hamsters? Obama’s black helicopter squad? Dunno.
But, here’s the thing, and building off my prior post.
Y’all may be aware that I had spent some amount of time being one asshole among assholes in the Sadlyverse. In some ways, I tracked down the weird and twisted byways of what I think of as my bloggerhood starting there, like you can end up at Rivendell by starting at Hobbiton, depending on the roads you put your feet onto. What I am saying is that the links are there, but not the destination.
mikey abandoned the Sadly berth long before I did; amongst the travails of Sandwichgate and the Liberal Male Purifications, he found other outlets. Later days saw frequent troll infestations, and the Sadlynoids usually taunted and ripped them, in contravention of the best practices of troll ignoring (and I admit I engaged them occasionally, the stupid is hard to resist) so I know why he moved on. I stuck around, in large part because the guy who evolved into the primary writer was a good acquaintance, both online and in a remarkable drunken meeting.
The kind of weird thing was that that drunken meeting came about because of another online linkage, peripherally related to SN. Of course, I speak of the mental vortex and incomprehensible depository known as 3Bulls.
Which also went down like Callista Gingrich last week (both the bulls and, I presume, Callista, assuming that newtron was able to score little blue pills.
I was much much much more dismayed at the loss of the Bulls than I was at the loss of Sadly. Like I said, I never really went to Sadly much anymore, my time was demanded in other , largely realspace, venues; and the habituees at SN were..different. I really felt less than welcome anymore, and not just because everybody hates zombies. The pace was pretty hectic in the comments, and the demeanor had become kind of universally caustic. But also, there are some people I find to be jerks who hang out there now. I do find it mordantly amusing that in the days of TinTin’s frequent (and incisive) Shorters, there were many commenters constantly complaining about the lack of longer, more substantive posts; and when the redoubtable Cerberus was tapped as contributor, an equal amount immediately started complaining about the length of the posts.
OK, as one of the OmbudsGlomBolyZomboly, I admit I am biased in favor of the Bulls, but it is a refreshingly accepting and lower traffic source of bizarre behavior and incomprehensibly convoluted arguments. [as Kathleen once memorable said “I only understood like 30% of this post, but I loved it all.”] And the people that wind up there, are mostly the ones that the universal Mekon has decided NEED to be there.
In any case, The Red Trackie One is working overtime to keep the Internet supplied with Pitchfork Watch and Goobie content, and if we hadn’t saluted him in the MOPA in recent weeks, we would now; for my part, I thank him for his tireless efforts to repair the damage done by spambots and other less-than-human internet denizens. You GO Pinko, and I owe you some deep-fried something-or-other when and if you ever make it Milwaukee.
As far as Sadly goes, sorry to see things go south, but hey, I lived through the demise of the Dysfunctional Family Circus, so life goes on… and on….and on…. fuck, it just doesn’t stop.
Well ,basically a half-assed bleggeration. Look, I am not Jonah Goldberg.
In the days of April, 7th through 13th or so, there seems to be a Zombie Invasion scheduled for Toronto (It’s not this hot in To-RON-to!)
I don’t think there are any particular Imaginary Digital Frenz in Toronto (other than DKW, and since he doesn’t hang out here, fuck him, amirite?) but it is likely that some of you have some familiarity with the Canadian Burg, so any suggestions for good destinations, activities, or people to kill can be left in the comments. Dirk, Lerxst, or Pratt, drop me a line!
Regards other things, my local framing shop finished my Christmas Smudgies, and I find it amusing to see meatspace kitty investigate herself:
But the framers are awesome. Look at their fucking work LOOK AT IT: