Show thyself !

I’ve been meaning for some time now to talk about some stops I made while wandering the web. Interesting sites – interesting to me, anyway – with more to offer than is immediately apparent. But… I dunno… maybe it’s this dreary atmosphere, what with the rains back again (H2 Oh No!), that keeps me from unleashing (!) my creative outbursts on some well intended but unwitting domain. Adding to that, Winamp seems intent on Britney Spears today. Cap it off with a shitty space bar on my keyboard and it paints a very sorry picture. Herewego, wait,no, backagain… Bang! Bang! I’ll gladly hit you one more time, baby… Smash! Why doesn’t this thing just break so I can get a new one? Maybe the cat should take a whizz on it… Maybe it already did! Crap…
I just wanna say at this point, that this is shaping up to be probably my worst post to date. No, I’m quite sure of it, but I just wanted to put something here to christen the new look.
Oh yes, just remembered something I can rant about! I am the Ranting Swede! Except that I'm not really Swedish...
I’ve been checking out a lot of other blogs lately, ‘cos being a newbie and all, I wanted to see what people are talking about. And surprisingly, I do sometimes get tired of talking about myself! Here’s what I don’t get. There are plenty of people out there who use their space as a simple diary to log their daily drama. (Or lack of it) Fine, if you wanna check what you did forty seven days ago, that’s your beeswax. But what’s with the signing in and out… “Bye for now!” Or “Seeya next time…” or “Byee!” (with the Smileys!) Who is this target audience? And don’t miss the big “Hi!” or “Hey, it’s me again!”
Yeah and I was expecting Dustin Hoffman…
Okay, so you keep a diary, it’s your personal account, your day, the events that shaped it, what a tramp your neighbor is, how your guy/girl isn’t putting out… whatever.
1. Its called the World Wide Web
2. Do you really have to tell All That to the World Wide Web?

Alright, when I started this, I too thought it would be a nice little cove where I could say what I want and keep all my daily doings. Well, I’m damn well saying what I want but I’m keeping my daily doings out of it. The internet has enough space wasted on useless trifles without being further polluted by what is ironically ‘nothing’. If you have something to say, spit it out. But don’t just keep spraying it without actually saying anything at all. True, everybody has a right to be heard…but you gotta say something first.
It’s exhibitionism- the essence. Exhibitionists aren’t just those dare to bare types, y’know, the ones who’ll flash a passing bus for no good reason, or strip down on what is clearly not a nudist beach, or the streakers who run out during the biggest game of the season, compelling millions of unwary strangers to bask in the glory of their unsheathed unmentionables. There’s an exhibitionist and a voyeur in everyone, one fulfilling the desire of the other. And for every individual bold enough to put on even the tiniest show, there’ll be plenty queuing for dress circle seats.
Peeping through shower curtains and keyholes is passé. Now it’s about getting into people’s minds and into their lives. That’s why Reality TV rules, isn’t it?