hmm… this viral marketing actually seems to work..

To those of you visiting under the explicit directive:

‘Do not visit the following URL:

http://electricspaghetti.blogspot.com ’

as indicated in an email you may have received, I must extend congratulations on your exercising of a healthy sense of curiosity.

Omnibus dubitandum (doubt everything), Marx said… I think.

No no, I’m not a commie-boetie and this is not my revolutionary manifesto.

I’m just pleased you’ve followed a golden rule so fundamental in our age of disinformation – “Don’t believe everything you read (or hear, or see, or eat…)”

What? I’m not paranoid, which of those bastards following me told you that?

Madness aside…Why are you here? Why are any of us here? Why is Patricia Lewis given permission to contest on trivia game shows? Why is Danny K allowed to dance in public? So many profound questions, so little time to explore and answer.

But here I am, Just a girl, in front of a blog, asking for the world to read it.

My apologies for bringing you here under false pretences.
As i’ve written in previous entries, this is an exercise in vanity.
But there is method to my mania.
In time i will post my writings to this blog, and the fact that you (yes you, the one who’s wasting company bandwidth on email and surfing) made it on to my email listing, is indicative of the high ranking upon which i place your insight and opinion.
So please, leave a comment.
Tell me about all the constructive things you could have done in the time it took you to surf over here.

Bloggers are a narcissistic bunch.

Yes, according to moi (that’s the flag for ‘hey watch for it, you’re about to swatted by OPINION, which incidentally all good blogs have: unbridled and unadulterated ‘moi-thinking’ whose sole purpose is to rub someone the wrong way, just so we can have fun reading all the comments left by outraged reprobates) what we do here, is an exercise in vanity.

It’s a lot like scratching your name in the wood of a school desk. Call it legitimised graffiti, us bloggers want to be heard. We want to feel that our opinions matter. That somewhere out there, someone with more brain cells than an amoeba is reading this and concurring with our worldviews or at the least, intelligently dissecting our arguments and employing educated disagreement.

And yeah, we want to feel like we own a piece of the net, that we’re part of something bigger, you know; the sum of the parts being greater than the whole and all that.

And no, blogging isn’t for geeks. It’s the coolest thing since Phillip Morris told us cigarettes were. And since smokers seem to be a dying breed anyway (just watch them being forced to smoke in those little office glass mausoleums) how else is any self-respecting iconoclast meant to release the pressure of all that pent up angst?

And anyway, won’t we all develop ulcers if we keep our well-intentioned and noble outrage to ourselves?

But I think more painful than any hole in the lining of my stomach, is the knowledge that not a single conscious sentient being has even read this.

It’s blog oblivion, baby.

Event horizon.

It’s a spring clean.

Out with the OLD,
and In with the NEW.

Stay tuned for further underdevelopments.