Weg Lob

Blog may be an ugly word (prone to evoking unpleasant images lying somewhere between the meaning of the words bog and blob), but it is not a dirty word. Blogs allow you to edit your mistakes with more elegance than in a Moleskine; albeit less romantic in appearance. The severe back and forth crossing out of sentences and subsequent clumsy superscript substitutions aren't conducive to clarity. Admittedly, I could rewrite ideas into my diary neatly in logical format, but where's the time efficiency in that? My Milo could get poisoned today and no one would ever be able to interpret my Golden Gaytime thoughts tomorrow because I hadn't yet reorganised them.

My thoughts have the potential to be the philosophical equivalent of a Golden Gaytime, both in freshness and golden-like properties.

So it follows, I need to get as many ideas out as clearly as possible as fast as possible, without compromising either of these parameters. A central aspect of our rationality is the desire for maximisation. This can be read as doing the best thing we can at any time; in this case, blogging. A blog is also as cheap as Samboy Chips, in fact it is cheaper than Samboy Chips and even notepads; it is free.







Furthermore, ideas lay idle saved in Microsoft Word. It could be said that the idea of ideas is to give other people a new idea.
Hence, I ethically, rationally, economically and technologically (though not metaphorically, that's just silly) hereby resign myself to bogs and blobs.

Now I think it's time for another milo...