Sometimes, when places get too crowded, I like to get off the beaten trail and wander in forest for a while. I could wander around in Google+, it's kind of a weird apocryphal wasteland, caught in the cross-fires between the ennui of good-enough and the margins of too-close-to-same. Plus, there's all that exhaustive "learning" stuff. Which strikes the same chord as growing political "awareness" movements of "we already know enough" and "more facts will not be necessary" Especially facts which would necessitate re-thinking. We like our answers. Better than your answers. And we don't like your questions much either. So bugger off with the horse you rode in on.
Blogger is kind of a comfy zone. A private TAZ. The hordes moved on. Although ... through no fault of my own, it appears I have garnered top google rankings for certain obscure phrases. None of which result in more than a hit or two a week so far. Which is not too crowded. If I got a sudden influx, I'd probably run anyways. Especially if it involved dealing with lots of comments. I like comments, don't get me wrong, I just don't like responding to them. Generally. Even questions... I like to respect them for themselves, there's too many answers going around already.
But I babble. Which is what I do here. My writing has atrophied. Not that it was all that to begin with. So I may play with words and thoughts, and with constructing little trails of ideation that dead-end or lead to muggings in grammatically blind allies. I have no way of telling what you are looking for, but this is what I see.
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