Blogs are for neurotic, narcistic people, whereas I at the most extreme would admit to being an excentric with an inferiority complex (in fact I am inferior, but that's a different story). Still I'd rather use this as my mental scrapbook (as in fire and forget) to unburden my, uhm, soul. mind. heart. In case I should have any of those (pulse indicates at least a heart is present and caffeine-doped). For those not yet sufficiently confused by this abomination of a paragraph, that's why it's been recently renamed (no offense to any professional group is meant by the name, just wordplay on a dumbwaiter).
There is also startling evidence that this is in no way related to the dreaded weblogs: no comment functionality (heck if you feel you must leave feedback I'll gladly evaluate the possibility of adding your input, provided I get any), no special tags (this is bloody HTML 4.01, to be replaced by XHTML when HTML 4 is not available in any mainstream browsers any more), no automatic adding of entries (there has to be some inhibition to submitting all kinds of nonsense), no syndication (I managed to become an internet junkie without RSS, so this shouldn't hinder you!) and as of yet no authentication (but ... never mind)
Looking for content where none might have been, I stumbled across
blog criticism. One
of Andrew Orlowskis columns ...
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