Or, why do some poor misguided souls find it necessary to spread spam. Not the usual spam in the can for Viagra etc but the mean spirited and often nasty pornographic kind.
The Spam rate on Flickr has gone up! I suspect much of it is done by disgruntled Old School members that are still ranting and raving about Yahoo’s take over. Maybe it is a movement by other services to annoy users so they will change to their service – I dunno. I am ever so leaning toward the Yahoo is not great department chambers because of their canned answers and not so great support – but come on – things change. I dislike change. I want everything to stay nice and comfortable. Many of my contacts are not posting any new photos but, neither am I. Maybe we are all just busy, busy with other things but maybe not. I have taken some pictures and not uploaded them. Somehow the fun level has depreciated.
Blogging was a fun thing till it became important. Important that the blog was online, important. – sucked into the cyber ego vortex. I wonder why does it matter to me? It is not like lots of people read it. Why do I care if I can send my typed out works into cyberspace. I can just save everything I type in Word onto my hard drive. If I really want someone in particular to read it I could email that person.
Maybe it an ego building issue.
Maybe it goes back to the rat experiments and the forced socializing issue.
Maybe it is a substitute for the front porches we used to sit and chat on.
I may be onto something. The demise of the front porch has led to the necessity of reaching out for socialization between like minded folks. As the blogoshere becomes more and more crowded the battle for individual and social turf becomes more aggressive. Just like the rats bloggers are being separated, divisions are forming, and the more aggressive internet users of are preying upon the weaker with their spam – soon we will not tend for our young – oh gasp – it may be happening. The blog readers and poster all gathering around the favorite A listed blogs. Just like the rats gradually abandoning their food hoppers to crowd up at their favorite hopper.
Maybe it does not matter.