Bl...og?

I just realized that I am part of the History of the Internet.

I have a Blog. I don't take care of it, I don't feed it, I don't pet it or take it to the vet from time to time, but I still have a Blog.

Blog. What a strange word... It sounds like someone was trying to say 'Bingo', but belched instead... You know, those really wet ones, when it feels like bubbles are coming back up...

So I jumped on the Blog band wagon about a decade ago, and now I'm eating crayons with the special kids. Short bus, hockey helmet special... along with MySpace.

***Disclaimer***
I do not have, never had or will never have a MySpace page.

I tried to get on the Facebook, and even Twitter band wagon, but I guess they only accept non-crayon eating people.

Someday, when the connected world will not need hardware like servers and massive data centers but instead will all be a web of interlinked brain chips, a Space Janitor (I think that's what they'll be called) will stumble upon the last bits of the current Internet. He will struggle to make sense of it for a while, then after a few months of head scratching will put it together again. The whole thing. With the cats and the juggling giraffe porn and the YouTube bitching/comments.
And the Blogs.
Oh, dear, the Blogs.

There is a possibility, although very slim, that he will find this one. But instead of shrugging with a slightly puzzled look and moving on, he will do what we did with the cave paintings. He will examine it under all kinds of different filters, scrutinize it and analyze it until he finally reaches the conclusion that every single human being of the 21st century were completely obsessed with flying fish, Guinness and purple slippers. And beer fridge gnomes.

The Space Janitor will be revealed as a great Historian, he will write Space books and appear in countless Space interviews. He will be THE ONE to have finally cracked the mystery of the pre-Dark-Ages.

All that because of my Blog.
I feel special.