Endless Dross

I sometimes wonder if my posts are somehow attracting the nicey-nicies' blogs. I mean, really; all I can ever find are nice, humdrum morons.

Are you all so pleased with this meaningless world you live in? Do you want to achieve nothing in your lives except pay your bills, copulate, procreate, and die?

Don't you get it yet? There is nothing new. I am dazed with boredom by adverts for 'great new artists', excreting musical offerings that are poor copies of the best of the Sixties and Seventies. Everything original that was worth doing seems to have been done then; everything since is monotonous, soulless, or plagiarized.

CD, DVD, MP3 ... we have perfect memories, guys. Everything that's ever been done is there for us to see and hear. Can we do nothing except recombine all the old stuff? What is the point?

Nothing New Under The Sun

When I have posted something immortal on my blog, I usually hit the 'next blog' button to see if anything will turn up that can interest me for more than half a second. What a waste of effort; the drivel I turn up usually doesn't even hold my attention for half a second.

Somebody told me about a Polish guy called Stanislaw Lem who wrote at least one science-fiction story describing the wealth of dross made available by connecting computers together. This was at least twenty years before the World Wide Web was invented.

Would be so nice if you blogheads could at least try to be original.