Blogarrhea

Oh god, its mutated and jumped, infecting a population we thought couldn’t get it. This is horrible. This might be the end of all media as we know it. Critical mass isn’t far off. Soon every communication will either be blogging or about blogging or about about blogging.

Blogging Bulimia

We thought we had it contained. Sure blogging was infecting the web at a rate where all pages of the internet were to be either blogs or about blogs by 2011, but once it did that, we thought that would be the end of it. But its jumped media and is infecting print communication as well. This is horrible.

Because I’m stupid I thought it would be hilarious if I could find 5 or 10 books about blogging. Right? Books about blogging—hilarious. Idiots actually wrote books about an online writing medium. That’s like race car driver taking the subway to the track or a vegan butcher or an Amish tech guy or gay racist. It’s conceivable, but it just doesn’t make sense.

So I to be a god damn witty genius I went to Amazon and searched on ‘blog’ to find a few books about blogging. I would show them off, say how stupid they are, how big my cock is, how gay blogging is, how retarded the authors are for writing books about blogging and just revel in my own ingeniousness for putting it all together.

The jokes on me, my search found 1,263 books for sale. Just when you think you have no more hope for humanity you find this shit out and your opinion of your species reaches a new low. And then it gets worse. 36 of those fucking things aren’t even published yet. Oh, they are still for sale, you can order next year’s must-read about blogging, but those 3 dozen god damn books about blogging aren’t even out.

I was too distraught to try to find out exactly how many people had purchased those books about blogging that have yet to be released. My will to live just can’t take the answer.

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