I'm just going to stand here for the rest of my life

Title courtesy of Charles Schultz

Now you know what happens when I get my period.

I get totally mysanthropic and the energy that I throw out there comes back in the way of imploding websites, giant zits, stupid rants and cyatic pain with more imploding technology.

It's like I'm Charlie Brown and blogs are my kites. The blogosphere hates me, I hate it back. The problem is that we are both obstinate, opinionated and egotastical and neither of is backing down.

The post "Cry me a river" is gone along with JJ's last post (the one that for some reason made the site implode). Somehow the comments are in the database, so I'll gather those around soon.

I'm just going to say this : I grew up with Charlie Brown and I could totally relate to his losing his temperament a lot of the time along with his stubborness and his seeming inability to back down.

Lucy also had those qualities but the difference between Lucy and Chuck was that Lucy always had control of the ball and she always took it away from him.

When Charles Schultz died, it broke my heart that he did so without giving Chuck the happy ending. Charlie Brown never got to tell the little red haired girl how he felt. Charlie Brown also went out without ever feeling his feet punt just for once against that pig skin.

You could argue that Charles Schultz had the last laugh. He chose to leave the little ref-haired girl out and to leave Lucy with total control of that ball. It may well have been his way to fasten total control on his brain child and, in the end, his life. Charles Schultz died the day after the last time Peanuts ran in syndication.

I feel though that Charlie Brown is in a suspended state of loserliness ... and when I'm with my period that is exactly how I feel. My hormones basically intensify my constant state of puntlessness.

And so I rant.

And so I make my blogs implode.

When people stop blogging, their blogs are not just suspended in animation. Letting a blog go silent is very much like dying online. The voice of the blog, whether a single person or a group, the persona that springs from it not just ceases to be. When a blog goes silent for good, it stops becoming, it stops the process of revealing the life behinnd the blog.

Which is why I hate commercial blogs ... they're just not authentic. But they make money and that's why I'm puntless and others are not.

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