Well as my day draws to a close, I thought that I would contribute to the sea of blogged opinion that is the internet with a comment on the very thing that I am doing now.
It seems that just about everyone with an internet connection has a web-log these days (yes there is a history behind the word). It took me a while, but I finally surcumed to the trend. I've sold out everyone. I'm sorry to those who now think lesser of me.
Blogs are a funny thing. They're kinda like those personal journals that girls have, that only they ever see. But they're not. Because everyone else can see them.
So with the rise of blogging as a form of expression, people are now revealing their inner most feelings and thoughts on the internet to all who care to read. But this presents a problem for some people. It seems that they want to write down how they are feeling, but not tell everyone - especially in the case of really personal stuff like, oh, BGRs.
So instead of the candid writting they typically use, people switch into a 'poetic' style. They then hide behind all these ambiguous phrases which have very little meaning, except to the author, and leave the reader guessing as to what the heck is going on.
So for this blog here are two things you can not expect to see. The first is this: don't expect any cryptic sentences disguised as poetry - used as a means for me to express my feelings without any circumstancial details. I write in plain english. Secondly, don't expect any sort of deep insight into the emotional life of Caleb Brown. I'm writting this purely for the sake of entertainment. Which, incidentally, I will most likely fail at acheiving.
There you have it folks. My first real contribution to the overpopulated city of subjectivity.
Time to stop now and sleep.
PS - Be sure to buy a beanie from YachtBuoy and support some friends doing the YAA Business Skills Programme and the leukeamia foundation (one day someone can tell me why they picked that name, it sounds funny. I should be really getting some sort of commission too).
Hey Caleb You have no idea
Hey Caleb
You have no idea how badly I want to blast you for about a million things you've said in your posts, but just so this doesn't turn in to an online slagging match I'll hold back my poetry. Unless of course you want to fight? Your brother and my best friend do it fisty-cuff style, but we could always start a bit o net drama. Less bruises that way, and you know I'd beat you in a real fight anyway.
I'll leave it up to you.
of_flawed :)
Ha! Trash cans are for the
Ha! Trash cans are for the fearful. Power on or just start a new journal I always say (!)
I think your site does have gremlins coz you can't view a comment without refreshing the browser like 6 times or closing the window and opening it again. Or did you just set it up that way so you'd get more hits??;)
You cynic. I honestly am starting to believe it would kill you (yes kill) to say what you felt. We have grown up in an emotional deficit hole of a society. I for one support blogs everywhere peddling that ['poetic' style] and [hiding behind all these ambiguous phrases which have very little meaning, except to the author, and leave the reader guessing as to what the heck is going on.] You keep reading don't you??
But hey, maybe yours will be a nice change of pace.
{you owe me comments mister}
of_flawed
Apparently caleb won't
Apparently caleb won't comment unless your post contains something which he can compete with. He told me this, and I actually believe him because the only two times that he has commented on my site have been when I put up my geek test scores and when I put up my typing speed results.
Sofala
PS Caleb you couldn't write poetry even if you needed to because Apple was threatening to leave you for a more ... poetic man.
Who are your four other
Who are your four other readers? They are very ... invisible.
I wasn't trying to incite competition, I don't think you should write poetically in your journal. It would be out of character (you really can't now anyway since you bagged it.)
By the way I can't believe how much you post. I'm a tad on the shocked side.
Sofala
A Poem By Caleb* I went down
A Poem By Caleb*
I went down the street
To buy something to eat
And I felt very umm.... uhhhh... ummm... normal
*Poem may not actually have been done by Caleb
of_flawed
Glenda can't rhyme! And she
Glenda can't rhyme!
And she tries all the time!
Something something something-ime.
Meh
Sofala
Promising what exactly?
Promising what exactly?
of_flawed
of_flawed, welcome to my
of_flawed, welcome to my world.
Feel free to start a flame war, but remember, I have the authority here. Little trash cans next to everything!
Congrats on first comment too.
Caleb
Was that an attempt to
Was that an attempt to incite competition?
I'm not gonna write anything poetic because thats not the 'style' of blog I'm trying to create. And besides, the only poetry I can really do are limericks, which are kinda to make touchy-feely.
But that is not to say that all of the rants I post will be devoid of all emotion. Through sharing my opinion I hope to enlighten my six readers as to what sort of things I have found funny or sad.
One day I may branch out and create a blog purely devoted to my poetic musings, but this one shall remain devoid.
The first two lines were
The first two lines were promising sophie, but it kinda whimpered out at the end there.
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