Upon inspection, it was laughable. A male model lorded over every page in a familiar setting of rubble and broken buildings. The inner notes and sparse paragraphs were littered with conventions used seriously, yet constantly creating a parody for themselves. Bold, capital words such as "MASCULINITY", "GENTLEMAN", "INDIVIDUAL" AND "INNOVATION" randomly intruded in the text. It was the written equivalent of Sonic the Hedgehog 2006. EXCUSE ME, I'VE GOT TO SPEED OFF!
It's a pretty bold and incorrect statement to say that a blog influenced by that book, which can only have been written in shit, could ever be original. There were that many stereotypes that if the text were to some how, some way, interpellate its target audience then there would be so many of the same blog. The notion of blogging is not innovative, it's not masculine and it's not original.
I don't read other blogs. I don't place myself on a pedestal above everyone else who's ever blogged, I just don't see the point. I tried reading the blog of the famous (well at least, in the blogging and Star Trek world) Wil Wheaton. I didn't find it entertaining. I'm not sure why. I write what I want to say in my own way, and people seem to like it, including me. You don't blog to a deadline, you don't have a timetable of issues to raise.
Furthermore, I'm much more articulate in writing than in speech. Writing has the ability to be changed in future, it allows for thought and time to reconsider what happens next, while remaining spontaneous. Conversation is fleeting. Conversation is one of my weak points. I'm good at one thing: coming up with spectacular contextually biased insults.
You do your own thing. Don't make an image of yourself, just be yourself.
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