To blog, or not to blog, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to spout off about
the slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes,
or to take fingers pressed upon a sea of keys,
and by pontificating release them: into the void,
the big sleep of the internet, and by doing so,
to meme them. Not to mean them, mind you, but to
meme them, to inspire in others to be as a tree
in a forest, falling, when no one is present to
have their anvil and stirrups affected by it.
‘Tis a consummation, devoutly to be wished.
To type, perchance to spell correctly;
ay, there’s the rub, what good be the checker
of spells if our grammar is in the kitchen
baking cookies. But I digress. If I attempt
to use this moral coil as a pulpit of ideas,
who will sit in the proverbial pews without
holding their noses, due to the fog-like
stench of my mixed metaphor ramblings.
To read something like; “The undiscovered country,
from whose bourn no traveler returns, puzzles the will,
and makes us rather bear those ills we have,
than fly to others that we know not of.” and
realize how badly we paint our own thoughts.
Yet still I remain a coward and a cheat; with one
cheesy wafer-thin idea, I’ve managed to fill
this empty page with no substance nor action
to speak of. Be all my sins remembered.