Friday, 4 April 2008

Return to the Unbearable Lightness of Blogging

I've a conference (oh yes, very grand) for the next few days so I won't be posting much between now and the middle of next week. Plus only a week or so of heavy blogging soon drains my creativity. I really don't know how some people keep it up. I was beginning to think I might have to post about the state of my pants, or the holes in my socks, or my favourite kind of tea. These things, like many others, are best left to the shores of silence, where the gentle lapping of the waves soothes and calms them, before sweeping them out to watery graves. I have tried as much as possible to keep my boring personal life out of my blog, although perusing posts this year I see there are plenty which whinge and moan: well, it is my blog so my rules, etc. And blogging is cathartic as well as narcisstic so that is, really, only to be expected. However few things are duller than the personal problems of someone one has never met, doesn't want to meet, and merely wants to be entertained by for a few moments before clicking onto some pornography. So I try to do it as minimally as possible, and I'll try to continue this. The other issue is drink-sodden ranting and raving, or boozeblogging as it might be called. Well, see the previous justifications, really, because I often feel more creative, as one does, after a few jars, and I like to engage in flights of rather vicious political and ethical fancy. But again, one realises that this is neither attractive nor interesting, per se, unless the writing somehow holds up through the haze of drunkenness.

A general rule of the thumb for the reader of TTD is that any post written after 8.30pm is generally written under the influence, to a greater or even greater extent. This week, being largely on holiday, I've been experimenting with sober blogging and I suppose it's worked, although it's much harder work and one worries more about making it actually good.

Finally a word about the design on the blog. As you've probably guessed I'm messing around with it at the moment. I'm not techie, much to my shame, and I'm _still_ on a 1970s internet connection, so everything is a bit rubbish and very slow. But I'm still going to muck about with it because I like doing it. And if I didn't I wouldn't bother.

Enjoy Doctor Who this weekend, I have my reservations about Catherine Tate but Doctor Who, is, frankly, Doctor Who.

5 comments:

Liz said...

I too am not sure about Catherine Tate, but while we have the Doctor I'm not going to complain.

Semaj Mahgih said...

The other issue is drink-sodden ranting and raving, or boozeblogging as it might be called.

Sometimes this makes for better copy. By the way, Chris Vallance has made contact with us again.

Matt M said...

I thought she was quite good. Or at least not as bad as I feared she might be.

Matt Wardman said...

I thought she was Sarah Jane Smith mark 2: noisy, but from Peckham not Park Lane.

The Tin Drummer said...

Still haven't seen it, so don't give it away!