There was a recent report discussing how kids these days (heh) no longer read or write blogs. Instead, in their micro-sized ADD culture, they prefer to read status updates on Facebook. Okay, I can understand that. Part of the way I kill time is to scroll through my news updates and see what teensy morsel people have to toss out into the digital realm. It’s quick, it’s easy…and sometimes I really don’t need mundane details and 140 characters will suffice just fine. Ironically (is that the right usage? I can still never tell) sometimes people still manage to put out the most mundane details in 140 characters.

On the other hand, I don’t want just snippets. I want stories, gosh darnit! Call me a cranky, crotchety dinosaur here, but I used to like reading blogs from friends, or even people I didn’t know that well but sort of knew. There is something about a well-written personal blog with a few snarky comments is just…well, just plain entertaining to me. I like reading about the near disaster my friend had during a class, or some other befuddling musing in their head. Or perhaps it was a recent accomplishment, or a vent. Of course, I do add that one stipulation is that certain friends are just good writers. Those that aren’t…well, the entertainment value comes more from execution rather than content.

Either way, it’s sad to say that a good portion of the former blog world that I used to frequent from friends is no longer there. Of course, this was due to platforms like Xanga…and I’m convinced my cousin is one of the rare ones still existing there. (Hi Gogo).

Hand me a cane, if I wax nostalgia for a little longer I’ll be needing it during my tirade about dem whippersnappers these days.

Man, the Internet makes me feel old sometimes.