Complaining

I read through my last several blog posts and a lot of them are whiny and lamenting. Seems when I want to complain, I come to the blog. Poor blog. I know some others with blogs and they appear to have settled on themes. One is giving travel advice. The other is posting hiking and gardening photos. My concept of random thoughts on everything and nothing has become too random in this world where marketing is supreme. I need to FOCUS so it’s clear what my brand is. I can tell you, my brand is having no brand. I do most of my writing on a private site where I can work on it and make it better. This is left for tidbits like this that arise after going online to the library and trying to find something, anything to read that isn’t just drivel. In a world where laissez faire capitalism is so normalized that the population refuses to rebel against it, we are left with dregs, and the book world is no different. There is too much bad content and I’m adding to it.

Cue the overwrought bass…

Mini Rant

Lately it seems like all website designers want is for us to get to their site. They don’t give a shit if we actually read what is on the site, they just want us to get to the site. I go to sites to read what is there and then it’s popup asking me to join their newsletter, then a popup asking me to chat, then a popup interrupting me yet again! Gads, it makes me crazy. So many fucking interruptions all the damn time. (This website better not do it to people. It is so damn distracting. If it does, I had no say in it or I would shut that shit down.)

No wonder bad AI-written content is expected to proliferate. Website designers don’t expect us to actually read the crap on their site, so who cares if the grammar is bad, or the words aren’t truthful. Just get to the site so we can feed you an ad. Fuck the rest.

I don’t like what the internet has become, which is fine, because I don’t want to spend my life staring at a screen anyway. It had potential, but it has gone off the rails.