There is a strange comfort in having a blog that no one reads. It’s sort of like building a castle in the middle of nowhere with all sorts of treasures inside; okay, mostly clutter — but some cool things, too… And the doors are left open, for someone to stumble upon. When I think of the stuff piling up on the internet, layers upon layers, and how long things might remain up here… I wonder if the historians of the future will be kind of internet-archaeologists, sifting through photomemes and viral videos, trying to get a sense of the people who enjoyed them. What if those of us with the annoying proclivity to rant all over the internet will be the most remembered? Nyyyaaah