To Blog or not to Blog, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the heart to suffer the slinging of bull and the arrows of barbed comment. Or to take up keyboard against a pond of troubles, and by opposing silence them? To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the head-ache and the million natural shocks that our egos are heir to, ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to nap; to nap perchance to dream: ay, where’s the vick’s vapor rub? For in that nap of death what dreams may come a callin when we have shuffled off this mortal corkscrew, must give us a break: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long in tooth; for who would bear the whips and scorns of the dominatrix called time, the oppressor’s wrong, the stupid man’s wont. The pangs of despised love and hunger, the law’s incompetence, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the lame takes.
Why do you write blogs?
Why do you read them?
So i’m having trouble with my RSS feed and this is a test. I plan to render my spoof poems as podcasts so this will be podcasted once i get the technical chops.