Exploration Logbook Entry #1
I leave this record for future generations who find
themselves lost on the internet, surrounded by its mountain-high walls of
pornography and valleys of creepier pornography.
It has been 24 hours or so now since I found myself trapped
in the blogosphere. Time is funny here
so I may not be entirely accurate on that number. I have witnessed the temporal focus of this,
for lack of better word, place accomplish strange feats, including reverse
esrever gnidulcni ,staef feats, including reverse, repeat, and even flash
forward. Keeping track of it all using
so I just decided up and give up it all was just so confusing so I just decided
to give up and keep typing. If you
should find any strange errors in this blog, just chalk it up to oddities
located in the time stream.
During the time or the lack of time that I have been here
(as I have stated, or will state, the temporal schematics here are, were, and
will be confusing) I have attempted to retrace my steps in order that I may
find my way out of this place. So far, I
have had no luck. Once one enters the
internet, it is a very difficult place to then exit.
It has come to my attention through interaction with some
local bloggers that the blogosphere is meant to accomplish some higher, unseen, and
highly convoluted purpose. This purpose,
of which the bloggers themselves appear to be completely ignorant of, is meant
to permeate the internet and reach out to the world outside, the world of the
users, my world. If I could find purpose
in my blog, perhaps I too could reach out to users and escape this world-wide web.
Ah, screw it. I'll just write whatever comes to mind and to hell with the users. This is a blog about nothing, and sometimes my cat. Or is it?
