Inappropriate Much?
The L0nd0n b0mbings have revealed a great deal about bl0gs and bl0gging that is being talked up by the media in a mostly positive way (spellings altered to avoid search engine hits). Personally, it made me uncomfortable, because there seemed to be too much "me too" and "look at me" about it. There's a sense that people switched to a mode in which they weren't really thinking about what to say, but rather thinking about what would be said about what they were saying.
In other words, a instead of a moment in which bl0gs proved their true worth, we were left with the unedifying prospect of (lots of) people writing about events in order to get noticed by the mainstream media. Meet the new boss - same as the old boss. People couldn't wait to get their photos up on Flickr - no matter how crap, no matter how little they showed - because they knew they'd get their 15 seconds of fame.
Another thing to note, how some people don't have any sense of boundary, and will post their illiterate drivel about terrorism, Iraq, Afghanistan and other buzz words in any old place, no matter how inappropriate. The example link there is from the Guardian Online blog. JOHN (the capital letters are part of the charm) uses this, one of twenty zillion blogposts on the subject of the b0mbings, to spout the same drivel you will find posted on all the other twenty zillion blogposts.
Some go further beyond the border, and start posting crap on blogpostings which aren't even vaguely related to the subject. That last link is something about a new reality TV show about Bobby Brown. As one of the commenters says, "We've been sending random messages into outer space for about forty years now in the hope of contacting alien life. Something out there has clearly had the same idea."
Random indeed. There's a word for this kind of thing isn't there? These are people who you might see wrapped up warm on a hot sunny day: inappropriately dressed, inappropriate comments - all in a day's work for the paranoid schizophrenic.
Online nutters, attention seekers, the terminally self-important, all creep out of the woodwork following a major event. I have to say it, but I'm now a symptom of the same disease (hence my attempts to change spellings, so as not to fall into the Great Shit Bucket of Buzz). In the end, just one minute of Frank Gardner is worth 2000 years of this crap.
In other words, a instead of a moment in which bl0gs proved their true worth, we were left with the unedifying prospect of (lots of) people writing about events in order to get noticed by the mainstream media. Meet the new boss - same as the old boss. People couldn't wait to get their photos up on Flickr - no matter how crap, no matter how little they showed - because they knew they'd get their 15 seconds of fame.
Another thing to note, how some people don't have any sense of boundary, and will post their illiterate drivel about terrorism, Iraq, Afghanistan and other buzz words in any old place, no matter how inappropriate. The example link there is from the Guardian Online blog. JOHN (the capital letters are part of the charm) uses this, one of twenty zillion blogposts on the subject of the b0mbings, to spout the same drivel you will find posted on all the other twenty zillion blogposts.
Some go further beyond the border, and start posting crap on blogpostings which aren't even vaguely related to the subject. That last link is something about a new reality TV show about Bobby Brown. As one of the commenters says, "We've been sending random messages into outer space for about forty years now in the hope of contacting alien life. Something out there has clearly had the same idea."
Random indeed. There's a word for this kind of thing isn't there? These are people who you might see wrapped up warm on a hot sunny day: inappropriately dressed, inappropriate comments - all in a day's work for the paranoid schizophrenic.
Online nutters, attention seekers, the terminally self-important, all creep out of the woodwork following a major event. I have to say it, but I'm now a symptom of the same disease (hence my attempts to change spellings, so as not to fall into the Great Shit Bucket of Buzz). In the end, just one minute of Frank Gardner is worth 2000 years of this crap.
posted by Anonymous at
Monday, July 11, 2005
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