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WTF Wednesday: I’m sick of the internet.

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I’m so sick of the internet I’m even sick of myself on the internet, which is why I’m light on content. I almost updated yesterday, but it would’ve been something like this:

Blossoms of Lights________

Do you need to see a post that consists of nothing but one iPhone picture from Blossoms of Lights? You do not. Now that I think about it, you don’t really need to see this post, either, but here it is.

I think part of the problem is, well, honestly, PMS, because that always drastically lowers my general internet annoyance threshold. But other than that, December is a pretty boring month for the internet. As I’ve mentioned, I’ve unsubscribed from so many blogs lately. But then, after getting rid of all sponsored posts/giveaways/product reviews blogs, I also quit reading blogs that contained gift guides. If you can think of something in life that’s more boring and useless than a holiday gift guide on a blog, let me know, because I cannot. Pregnancy/newborn baby blogs that chronicle in excruciating detail every single pound/burp/twinge/issue/bodily function/thought/mucus presentation as if the author is the first person to ever experience a basic biological function that has been happening as long as there have been humans are close, as are food blogs written by people who try to use all the words to describe a meal and as a result make you think their salad dressing contains jizz (“spunky” = not a food word).

Sometimes when I get frustrated and/or bored with blogs in general, I turn to websites where people make fun of blogs. The problem is that these get boring, too. What ends up happening is that 90% of the people making fun of stupid and/or boring shit on the internet eventually become comfortable enough to take every possible opportunity to turn the conversation to themselves and how they have handled or would handle similar situations. Talking about yourself cannot possibly ever constitute quality, substantive snark. If you want to talk about yourself, get your own blog, which people can then make fun of on another website. That’s how it’s supposed to be done, if you ask me.

I’m pretty sure I’ve posted this before, but it just about sums up my feelings.

Dream Song 14

Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) “Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no

Inner Resources.” I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as Achilles,

who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.

–John Berryman

Written by Tracy

December 28th, 2011 at 11:19 am

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