The Art of Indecision

I feel I must write something on this, lest it fall in with the myriad of other pastimes I have started then discarded as quickly. So before I place this in the pile with my rugby boots and my acoustic guitar, I have decided to return to the topic of blogs and blog-posting. If my hatred of the notion has not been made clear already, let me say that having an active blog has made the distaste increasingly prominent. I find myself returning to have a look at my blog in what I can only describe as typical Irish fashion. I have yet to come to terms with the fact that I, well, have a website. Barring the social networking sites, to have one of these is quite bizarre really. And I suspect mine are the only views my site has recieved, but the fact that it exists seems to be enough for me. And yes, this annoys me more than anything about blogging, the fact that I know it’s nothing but rants from people who can’t get a feature in a local/student newspaper and people who believe someone cares or will ever care what they did on their night out with the girls on saturday and how we should have a bus service which is active around the clock, is free, has a snack bar and drops us off to our door, with the driver or perhaps the bus porter helping us to open said door when alcohol has significantly interfered with our motor skills, and yet I have fallin into the grasp of this horrible creature. I do hope this is the last time I post on this issue and either find something interesting to write about or abandoned the idea completely. Until then, I will leave you with a quote from Robert Wilensky, from his speech at a 1996 conference which I feel sums up my irritation on the aforementioned subject.  

“We’ve heard that a million monkeys at a million keyboards could produce the complete works of Shakespeare; now, thanks to the Internet, we know that is not true.”

Couldn’t have put it better myself.