Death to blogging.

I don't know what it is about me. Do I just get so burned out on things that I can't stand them after a while, or do they start feeling like a chore, and I don't want to do them because of that? Or is it once something "cutting edge" becomes mainstream I just want to get off the bus...?

Well, whatever it is, I'm officially tired of blogging. I'll keep it, of course, so that I can still post whenever the muse strikes, but it seems that most blogs I've read lately are boring as fuck, including mine, and that little insight into real people has finally ceased being interesting to me.

Reality TV, among other things, have probably fueled this feeling, as well as the heightened media awareness of blogs (and oddly enough how the media considers blogs competition).

Maybe I've just grown up. Having been online for nearly a dozen years, I'm an old man here (yes, i know some have been around longer) and though there is a bit of me that longs for the good-old-days, I realize that they aren't that much different than now - just a LOT more people involved. Maybe I should get offline altogether and re-pursue art and video.

Or maybe I should just smile and nod like everyone else and continue to enjoy little snippets of everybody's life. Except the Pope. He's dead.