Note: Apologies in advance for the crappy photo editing. I don’t have photoshop at work.
RorDaveschach’s Journal. April 2, 2009.
Troll carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach.
Xanga is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The inboxes are extended gutters and the gutters are full of whining and bitching. When the drama finally boils over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their posts will foam up about their waists and all the trolls and top bloggers will look up and shout ‘Save us!’ And I’ll look down, and whisper ‘no.’
Don’t tell me they didn’t have a choice. Now xanga stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers, and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to blog about. I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their Duggars and abortion. I have business elsewhere, with a better class of person.
On Friday night, a Comedian shut her xanga site down. Paid last respects quietly, without fuss. Jediwa72. On xanga since… well July of last year, but seemed like forever. Jediwa72, shut down 2009. Beneath me, this awful community, it screams like an abattoir full of
retarded children spoiled brats. Xanga. Somebody knows why. Down there… somebody knows.
Maybe xanga is just going through a down period. Maybe. Or maybe someone’s picking off top bloggers.
I shall go and tell the indestructible Dan that someone plans to murder him. Rumor has it that he’s been on the moon. Not good enough. Someone wants his head.
Away down alley, heard woman scream, first bubbling note of xanga’s evening chorus. Approached disturbance. Antisoccermom angry as hell. Cleared throat.
She turned and told me to get bent before disappearing into the dark night. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Blogging our blogs, lacking anything better to do. There is nothing else.
Picture starting to get clearer. Still a bit blurry. Need help.
I had heard someone tried to assassinate Matt-lock. He might know something. After all, is world’s smartest man.
Matt-lock is a mystery in himself. Stood up for his community, Matt. Never let anyone phase him. Never cashed in on his reputation. Never got caught up in the drama or the bitching and bickering. Never became a comment whore. He agrees to meet. Gives me nothing. Dead end.
Meeting with Matt-lock left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and decadent, betraying even his own shallow, liberal affectations. Possibly voted for McCain? Must remember to investigate further.
My gut is telling me something. Matt-lock stinks. Go back to his office and unlock computer with ridiculously easy password. Jackpot! Evil bastard. Behind it all. Must tell everyone before I am dramatically splattered all over the ground in Antarctica.
If reading this now, whether I am alive or dead, you will know truth. Whatever precise nature of this conspiracy, Matt-lock responsible. Have done best to make this make sense. Believe it paints disturbing picture. Appreciate your recent support and hope xanga survives long enough for you to rec this (haha. shameless!).
For my own part, regret nothing. Have blogged free from compromise … and step into the shadow now without complaint.
Edit: This is why you love me xanga.