"...some far–flung corner of the Internet shall be forever – something….
Ok, so I've staked out my territory. With sturdy electronic stakes, no less. Now, to imbue this naescent demense with strange and eldritch power. And, more to the point, a Purpose.
What shall be the purpose of my blog?
I could make it into my personal diary – one of those distressingly common species that devotes itself to trielessly tracking every daily mundane event which happened to the writer. I view such blogs in the same way I view Morris dancing: I don't. Or, to take the analogy further – undoubtedly fascinating for the person involved, an utter mystery to everyone else, and yet we've all done it at least once. Sweet Merciful Bob, the horror.
I could attempt to be funny every day, in the manner of the Sam Boulby's of this world. Worth goal thogh this is, I feel I lak the tenacity to come up with something funny every day. Or at least, I lack the keenly developed sense of shamelessness that would allow me not to care that I wasn't actually all that funny every day.
I could discuss weighty topics of importance, discoursing knowledgably on everything from the politcal situation in Kashmir to the existence of God. I could overwhelm my readers with torrents of nightmarish angst, exposing my raw, naked, hideous blubbering soul for all to consider.
I could discuss my subject, Physics, in attempt at self-improvement or PDP or sucking up to the establishment (delete as desired).
To be honest, dear readers, I'm not sure what to do – but whatever it is I will end up doing, I am resolved to do it.
So. I need direction. Hence my request tonight – to start me off, I request that each of my readers come up with a topic for me to blog about, and I will duly do so over the next week. If I get more than seven possible topics I suppose I shall have to pick the best, but I think it's unlikely.
Mould me, for I am clay in your hands.