Once again campers, April 6th has come and gone and with it, another year that the Moonlight Scribbler has contributed to the vast repository of useless content that makes up the blogosphere.
Four years ago I got this rather bizarre idea in my head that people were actually remotely interested in what I had to say about life and the world around me. And this was when the whole blogging thing was hot, so against my better judgement, I decided to put together a blog. And after four years and some 120 long-form posts later. I was wrong, absolutely no one is interested in what I have to say about life and the world around me. Oh well, story of my life.
This isn't most people consider a blog these days. This is more like what blogs were back about 7 or 8 years ago when bloggers decided that posting their vacation pictures and advice about their cat's hairballs qualified as blogging. Nowadays, the definition of a blog is as a newsgathering site with a bunch of commentary and opinion and the authors trying to get their Pulitzer on. Blogs these days are trying to be the edgy alternative news source that puts out the stories the mainstream media won't touch or is too slow to jump on. But the Moonlight Scribbler is just me yammering on about the crap that I give a damn about, which these days isn't much.
I have no clue as to how long I'll keep this thing up. I keep saying that I'm going to shut it down one day, but I know that the teeming masses that hang on every word that I write will line up to jump off the Fort Pitt Bridge if I quit, so in the interest of public safety, I'll keep plugging away at this thing. By the way, it's damn fun and everyone has to make their mark some kind of way in this world, and the Scribbler is my offering to the noise and kerfuffle in the blogosphere.