The Family (Or most of them)

The Family (Or most of them)
The Family

May 26, 2010

So Long from Snippets from Spaceship Orion




I tried to copy and paste my visitor profile stats here. I couldn't. But suffice to say, I had one visitor. One visitor who didn't even leave a comment. I have had it. The effort put out no longer compares with the pleasure derived.

The beauty of blogging was the exchange of ideas, the interaction of ideas. It is no longer that. Elvis has left the building. Love Me Tender. And the best to you all. I can't bear to watch the finality.




13 comments:

  1. Chris, I can’t speak for the others but the reason I haven’t visited this week is because one of my fellow bloggers (Mutley the Dog) died.

    I just haven’t felt like visiting anyone else during this time.

    I’ve only visited four other blogs and only because they blogged about Mutley.

    I respect your decision though I’ll miss your presence here.

    Drop in anytime to visit me.

    Your bloggy friend,

    MJ

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  2. MJ: It is the way of the world, girl.

    Blogging is a form of expression that's becoming outmoded. IT is not your fault or my fault or anyone's fault. It just is.

    They don't call it Facebook for nothing.

    It is allabout just the face. It is shallow and it hides a lot of blemishes. You are lovely. Blogging works for you.

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  3. Anonymous5:42 PM

    I'll miss your blog within and without. I think I'll take off for my home planet now too . . .

    Elisabeth

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  4. Elisabeth: Thanks. I didn't and don't mean to snap, but bloogging really was an exchange of ideas and stories and fun and sometimes anguish from around the world, sometimes, to what was going on on the planet. It has been taken over by the stupidity and shallowness, comparitively speaking, of Farcebook. But Que sera, Sera.

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  5. i'm sorry you're leaving blogville, sugar. ixoxoxo

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  6. Savannah: See? That's what Farcebook isn't. It doesn't, for whatever reason, have the depth or character of the blog world.

    It's the Enterpainment Tonight of the communication world instead of the BBC News or the McNeil-Lehrer Report.

    Pretty soon, we won't NEED brains. Because we'll just smile and be happy and stupid, like all the doe-head jocks on TV.

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  7. Well, whatever you decide to do, visit us from time to time. Sometimes, life happens and you don't always find the time to blog or visit other people. But I'm glad blogging exists. I've met some great people (such are yourself) and have been exposed to a variety of ideas and thoughts and experiences. And I like that there are still some blogs that, while no longer updated, they've archives of great reading material.

    Take Care WW. I support whatever you decide. Feel free to come back and visit us anytime.

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  8. I'm going to miss seeing that male/female brain diagram.

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  9. MJ:

    Well you don't have to see the diagram to know men are totallly silly. We kill each other and fight wars. Duh!! WE HAVE NO BRAINS!!

    It's all just a pigment of my imagination anyway!

    Eroswings: Thanks man. I'm gladblogging exists too, but it is a shell of its former self. Still, as Ahnold said, "I'll be Bach!!"

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  10. I have decided that I CANNOT just do the Farcebook thing. I will NOT be a lemming and just jump into the deep hole of vaccuosness.

    Whatever.

    I cannot just bugger off from blogging to the fallacy, the fakery, of Farcebook. So yes, hello again. All one of you.

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  11. Anonymous2:53 PM

    I knew you would change your mind! Oh wait, do men have minds???

    Elisabeth

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  12. Anon (Elisabeth): Ha! Just barely!! Our minds are located in our, ahem, lower extremities. Too much activity is going on elsehere.

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  13. hey your getting cynical in your old age bro.............

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