The Illusory Nature of Success

Disappointingly, but inevitably, every blogger, or indeed every writer, will realise they cannot be profound all of the time. Some of these people will immediately go on to become comedy writers, despite the odds against them being taller than Kilimanjaro. Some get employed, shifting the responsibility of content to higher levels of authority. Others become whores of the lowest order, copying news articles to reap traffic and Adwords clicks. Still more will yet, in the true LiveJournal fashion, tell us every detail about everything. I don't know if they carry a notepad, or just make shit up, but there's way too much detail out there. The guys over at Penny Arcade have summarised this issue perfectly, and I couldn't agree more. Some of a more noble breed use it as a sort of public scribble pad, sometimes playing with words and ideas, sometimes with stories, sometimes just sorting themselves out. And finally, there's people like me, who just write with a lot of commas and hope people won't notice that there's no content between them.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you - Clarity of Mind. Which is, incidentally, a fantastic song, of which you'll find a Youtube video amongst the substratum of this very blog.