Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slights and insults of outrageous trolls,
Or to moderate all comments, and by a single click, delete them. To sign off, to sabatical
No more--and by a sign off to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That IE 7 is heir to-- tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To sign off, to hibernate
To hibernate perchance to unmeme. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sign off what unknown tweets may come,
When we have powered off this ethernet coil
Must give us pause. There's the respect
that makes calamity of the oft refreshed inbox.
For who would bear the flamers and trolls,
The combox wars, the unfriending,
The obsurdity of writing on someone else's wall,
one hundred and forty asci character missives from
persons unknown and/or forgotten,
When the power button is sitting right there,
and can be manipulated in the opposing direction.
Who would facepalms and lol's bear,
To post and comment under a stale header,
But that dread of something after log off,
The uncommented thread newly discovered,
leading to postings new, that causes us to return.
Thus the Internet make cowards of us all,
and our natural hue and resolution is
sicklied o'er by 1024x768 and Times Roman.
And parks unvisited and laundry unfolded, and
gourmet meals (found online) unprepr'd
Because a topic of great timeliness and momentum
must be posted lest the current turns awry,
and our thoughts go unshared.
The fair Internet! Blog, in my archives
Be all my sins remembered.
This made me laugh and who doesn't need a good laugh? Posting it for a guy I know who writes really well but who doesn't actually blog (with all apologies to Mr. Shakespeare).