So 2009 leaves us, having provided very little of note apart from the death of the King of Pop, the dearth of any other kind of decent pop, the birth of the right-wing US Teabagging movement and a long-awaited global agreement to, at some point yet to be determined, maybe think about the possibility of considering sketching some draft proposals to do with the environment (or not).
It’s scarcely been a vintage year blogside either; the impenetrable vicissitudes of work, love and the Texan mindset have meant that VP no longer has the “fellowship” of fantastic regular contributors it previously enjoyed - as a result, it occasionally feels as if I’m pissing somewhat into my own wind* these days. However, I know that you’re still out there; the stats suggest that the reading figures are in rude (well, at least pre-watershed-risque) health, and every time I think of packing it in, someone fairly random in my life who I wasn’t even sure owned a computer will pop up and tell me how much they’re enjoying the paltry fayre I’ve served up over the last few months.
Microblogging sounds like somthing spiteful you might do to the drains of someone you dislike, but apparently it’s the future of online interaction. And whilst I’m not quite ready to abandon VP and join the hordes on Twatter, I can see the benefits to both writer and reader of keeping content shorter, pithier and more regular - so that’s (largely) how I’ll be going about it in 2010, although I won’t rule out the odd lengthy ill-conceived ignorant rant about something which has got my goat / indepth account of my latest social idiocies.
Happy New Year to one and all… hope you enjoy our new direction.
(* - Ancient Chinese proverb: “Man who piss in wind always gets his own back”)