Digital Onanism
The blogosphere (stupid fucking word, by the way) is boring as hell. It seems to be inundated with AI or AI-adjacent posts. It’s a giant circlejerk of anonymous scribblers fellating each other for their valiant resistance to all things AI.
If not that, it’s something like here’s my shitty TTRPG or blogging is so cool, so I blog because it’s good to blog, let’s blog together.
Don’t get me wrong, there are some gems. I like Lili. I picture her as Faye Wong in Chungking Express. The neo-Luddite lady is pretty chill, too. Some of you are irreverent, authentic, and keep me checking the “New” pages over my morning coffee.
I’m no hypocrite, either. My stuff sucks. Misanthropic ramblings and journal entries that used to be reserved for fountain pens and sweet Midori MD notebooks. It’s just that my hands shake and my handwriting is illegible.
I shouldn’t drink and write.