So it's October. At least we'll be on normal time again, soon. (I hate DST with a passion.) And the temperatures have been too warm, but at least it hasn't been cold too often yet. (I hate cold weather.) Lots of hate in this preface. 🫣 So let's turn our attention to the good stuff.
I don't remember when exactly I wrote this text, probably around a year ago. A few days ago I found it on my work iPad. I added a paragraph or two to finish it and here it is.
Every once in a while there will be a blog post about the death of the web, or that it was in fact never dead, or one about the resurgence of personal websites and blogs, etc. I generally nod a lot when reading those. Sometimes I shake my head. I always start thinking about it all. I think about how the rise of social media changed how we use the internet and the web. But also about why that is, or could be. I am speculating here, I am not a scientist or expert on any of it. I also don't know if I really have a point here. Many of my blog posts are just thoughts put into text, to expand on at some other time. And I think this is one of those.
I love the internet. You find something here, then hop there, and off you go. That's how I found this questionnaire and with it a whole slew of new to me blogs. I saw one of Ariadne's posts in the fedi, clicked through to her site and read her version of the topic. From there I jumped to Thomas Rigby's post, and from there to the original: The Wry Writer. This is also the version of the questionnaire I'm using here.
This is a test thing. I never wanted to do my version of weeknotes or weekly link dumps. I thought it was too much work for me, work that I didn't want to commit to. I still think that, but why not try it anyway? See how it goes? There's no weeknotes police to come after me if I stop doing it after this initial post, or at any other time, is there?
To say I do not know how many hits I get on my site would be a lie. It is hosted on neocities and there is a hit counter, so I can know. When occasionally I have a look at it, it confuses me more than anything else though. However, I'm not interested in discussing what is confusing me and why. Because I do not care about these numbers. Like, at all.
I had a surplus of eggs and what I like to do if that happens is boiling a handful of them. This time, it was four. After they cooled I used two to add to my salad. The other two I put where I've learned to put them from my mother: the cutlery drawer.
When I read the title I knew immediatly that I absolutely wanted to tell a particular story. One that is so absurd, I still can't believe this acutally happened. It's also connected to me developing a strange fascination with Joseph Beuys. But one thing after the other.