One thing we can thank the internet for is the ultimate destruction of writing and journalism as actual paying professions. That’s right. I said it. The internet, with it’s oh so easy to use spread-ability, killed any hope we up-and-coming writers had at getting a paycheck. I know this because I used to be one of those who dreamed of making it big someday (and collecting a check). And while I have collected checks for writing in the past, those days are long gone.
With that said, it makes it hard to get attached to a particular blogger because they can bounce at any second without notice or warning. The word ‘blogger’ even seems venomous when mentioning it in the wrong circles – especially around so-called ‘professionals’. We are here out of boredom, failure, frustration, and overall, we’re here to entertain our few readers. We don’t care about having an audience of millions. But every once in a while, it brings about its own sense of frustration, failure, and sometimes, the dreaded boredom. So comes the point of this rant.
I’ve come to know many fine bloggers in the WordPress community that I find myself reading daily, before I hit real money-making blogs like Cinematical and such. Hell, I even come here before I hit CNN in the morning. That’s just how I roll. Click on any link in my blogroll and you’ll know what’s up. And you fine people know who you are too.
But one of the preciouses has gone missing – vanished without a trace. That Pessimist was a man of few words and much anger. He makes fun of stuff; something I do on a daily basis. He even drew pictures with Microsoft Paint, the program I learned my skills on. And his skills were getting better and better.
It’s been about 3 months since he last updated his site or commented somewhere. This is something that happens often though. So here is to you, TP, may your anger continue onward long past this wacky binary world we’re living in.
The Juggling Cowboy (3/2008)