I want to quickly apologize for linking to that incredibly lame video last night. (I’ve since deleted the post, but here‘s what I linked to, if you’re really curious.) When I found the video, I kind of muttered “ha ha” to myself in a monotone, and posted it without even thinking. Then I forgot all about it.

But at 4:30 this morning, I dreamed that I received an e-mail with the opening line (heard by me in a God-like voiceover), “Don’t start posting that kind of crap.” I woke up with a start, and couldn’t get back to sleep until I’d pulled down the post. Because the voice was right, and I don’t know why I ever linked to the video in the first place, other than a misguided attempt to put new content up here at least semi-regularly. I wasn’t even amused by it myself, and barely made it through watching the whole thing. I sometimes think bloggers do little besides trading links to things that don’t really interest anybody, including themselves, and everyone just kind of agrees to pretend that they’re half-way entertained, in a vain attempt to keep away the realization that we’re all slowly wasting our lives. I don’t want to contribute to that any more than I have to, so I’ll try to be a little more selective in the future.

The only aspect of that video of any real interest is the banal and obvious point that many in the comics community are able to fixate on particular characters, themes, and tropes to a possibly unhealthy degree. (Did you see that site Abhay Khosla found the other day? [Via Deppey.] That’s it to a tee.) I sometimes don’t know whether to pity or envy people who can do that. It must be kind of comforting to wake up and know, This is what matters to me. This is why I am here. I need to collect Wonder Woman merchandise. Or, I like looking at pictures of superheroes holding women in their arms. Of course, the downside is that you might alienate yourself from ninety-five percent of your fellow humans, but maybe it’s worth it, just to have that sense of purpose.

Labels: apologies, bloggers, self-loathing