Post 600-level Mark Musings

Okay, like wow, man, over 600 people have scanned this fishwrap and gone on with their lives. Has anything changed in the world? Out there, right now, are those 600-plus people singing in the streets or carrying banners or excitedly talking at the dinner table over this can of Spam known as WyW5?

I think not.

Yet - I am undaunted, oh cynical, cynical CyberWorld. I shall not bow down to the anonymous hundreds who click, and then leave me like an insurance salesman on a "business trip." Or a bored housewife who fits me in between her soaps and getting her moustache waxed.

NO, I say! A thousand times NO! (Okay, it's more like a "whatever" than a 1,000 shouted NO's - who's got time?)

I need some sort of signpost for the masses who plunder my bandwidth - some way of insuring that everyone leaves their mark - a token of their humanity so I know it's really happening. I will build a button, or a password, or a snarling bitmap of a watchdog that will demand they pay their dues here. Yes, yes.....

Then we will see this capricious digital world for what it is: a shining beacon of truth and light. I'll have no more of these overcast shadows in the clouds of the blogosphere. No more hastily-thrown newspapers strewn across the porch steps of my prose! You finicky clickers will have to answer to a higher power here, buckos!

Do you truly believe that it doesn't matter? Deep down, in your heart of hearts, can you actually admit that WyW5 is unimportant to you? These posts I enter, where each day is captured like a wiggling phagocyte under a Blogger-branded microscope?

Well, damn you and your hypertextual detachment!

Fine - go ahead, the lot of you. Just toddle down the hall and check in with Bitzy and her Krazy Krew, y'all. Go find some illiterate, garish blog where everything is SpEld Badlee and EiCHe POaSt HAz onLEE 2 sEntinCiz Cuz, Like, Thaatz WheRR ThiEr Thots Enddd, dawg.

I'll be waiting here, when you come to your senses. Oh yes, you'll all come crawling back. One day.