I know what’s bothering me most about this new layout – the lack of ads. Sigh.
There’s something offputting about reading text on the internet in the absence of the inimitable cradle of ads and frivolous, non-sequitor imagery extending a lecherous appendage for credit card information or for you to hit a swivelling monkey with a croquet mallet or something. The sickly embrace of links and a banners that I’m half convinced not one soul has ever clicked on, even once for fun when it was 3am and you thought what the hell, I have antivirus, is so often ignored and mentally cropped out of frame that to have no such ocular lining makes for an strange experience.
It’s grotesque how easily I feel cheapened by the lack of such gutters.
It’s as if you have a city, and there are no, well gutters, because the very few amiable people you have flitting through your streets leave no mess or footprint to speak of in their comings and goings. And you design it this way, but what the hell? The streets just meld into the walks, and the storefronts, and you know there should be something there. You can feel it, a kinetic tremor that leaves you unwell.
Something’s amiss, and now you’re sincerely thinking about messing the place up just to restore its dystopian order. Ghastly business, this internet.
I have at least one goal with this new go at blogging: to cut down on the swearing for fuck’s sake.