Blogging Like The 90’s

Here’s how the Chambers English dictionary defines a blog…

A document containing personal observations, often in the form of a journal, that is published to the World Wide Web

That seems nice to me. But I’d rather not use a knackered old PC if you don’t mind. Things have moved on. Including my old PC.

But my point is: this bloglet contains personal observations. Or ‘fings wot I fort abart’. You might agree with me. Or, you might think I’m talking bollocks. 

Either is fine. Discourse and debate are fine human traits. Debate is encouraged. Even rebate if you like. 

But my main point here is, blogs (or weblogs to give them their full name) first got popular in the early Nineties. And people wrote them using personal observatories. They’d stand viewing the word before them. Observing. Like observers. 

But these days, many blogs out there fall into what’s known as: “Content Marketing’. I haven’t worked out what that is yet. I think it means selling jars of words at the local idea market. 

But why would you take content to a market? And which market would it be? 

Anyways, it’s something wot businesses do, right? So, we have to go with it. 

But I think it’s a shame. The original idea of a blog was a good one. I see how people in pinstriped suits see the value of a blog. But I prefer the original idea. I like the first idea as well. 

So, while I was pondering about how to write this blogpost, I got all cereal serious about it. And tried hard to write carefully constructed posts. Fence posts are expensive to write on, though. So, I used my laptop and some software. 

But I still kept my readers in mind. My wife and 24 bots from Russia. Oh and two from China. 

I worked on each post to ensure there was a takeaway for people that happened by. They could have a burger or a hot dog. The takeaway idea probably won’t catch on. 

Then, I deleted the lot. 

Because I’ve done that before. And it’s hard work. I wanted this one to be fun to write. And more like a stream of consciousness. More like a blog of the early days, in other words. 

So now I write whatever nonsense is in my mind. Yesterday, I saw a pigeon wearing a tiny hat, and I’m still not sure if it was fashion-forward or just lost on its way to a fancy dress party.

So, I make no apologies for blobbing like it’s 1998. It’s good fun, you should try it.