Punks Not Dead

Not had the chance to update the castle blog for awhile.

It's not that I have been turned into a cylon - although, as it transpires, Poodle is a frackin toaster (have I said that right?) ...but not a sufficiently competent one to stop President, and High Admiral, Steerpike from leading the fleet safely back to Earth. Yes, I held both titles. It was either that or trust the Hustler and his American side kick.

Nor is it because I've been spending the nights, burning the midnight oil, learning Hungarian trick taking games. Although I have been reading up on them and preparing the King of Nuts for his first outing.

No, I think the problem is Twittering.

I read an interesting article over at Social Media Today, a few weeks ago entitled "The Blogosphere vs the Statusphere". Basically, the argument was that there is a huge decline in blogging because so many people now find it easier, and more convenient, to post snippets in their status fields (be it Twitter, Facebook or whatever).

Why write a long, rambling, post when you can keep it short and sweet in a tweet ?

I think that there is some truth in this.
Increasingly I find that the day to day observations, which would previously have made it into one of my postings, find themselves surfaced in real time via Twitter. I'm using up my material too early.
I then find it something of a faff to go back and flesh out the interesting stuff into meaningful blog entries. And why would I, when the original thought has already been released into the wild ?

I guess it's just a trend.
Twitter (and other macroblogging tools) is like a punk band.
Blogger is more your self indulgent, album based, rock combo.

Right now I seem to be more into pogo-ing in the front row than building a complex psychological wall based structure to represent my angst.

I suggest the Maples should form a union, and demand equal rights.