The soap opera that is weblogs.com will not die because tabloid blogs like 101 - enquiring minds want to know - 365 won't let it. An A-list cocktail hour was dissed, then an awkward domain change was sensationalized. (Everyone knows network downtime is chaos theory in action, right?)
Pretty soon there's a rift in the blogosphere. Suddenly, appearing on the east coast, it's Murder-D, tha old school blogfather:
(An industrial beat backs The Dead's American Beauty samples...)
I think it's time
that you all find
some blogging space
and keep outa my face.
Go be on your own
and leave me alone
and write your tome
in your new home.
(chorus of 3 female singers:) Murder-D is on the move, gonna find a brand new groove. ahoooo, ah, aahOoooh... )
So what you shreikin fo, ho?
That my freebie's a no go?
Or that I was a no show,
at yer little go go?
Believe it then go blow,
just keep it on yo show.
(chorus)
It's time that I took this ivory outa the tower
and give up this mantle of power,
and maybe I'll plant some fine little flowers.
Now I'm telling you all
that I'm dropping the ball.
It'll bounce or you'll fall
but I'll hold my glass ball
It's my choice, that's all.
(chorus - with Jerry Garcia 'Candyman' riff scratched in)
Now it's all back together
and it doesn't matter
what you been prat'ling'.
Your blog is online
you can find it just fine
so go put in some time.
(beat continues for a few bars then suddenly stops)
Any resemblance of anyone to anyone presented here is by universal design as there are no coincidences. [links discovered through Scripting.com]
