This Isn't Blogging:

You see, my ancestors plowed those fields everyday. And then they chose a day to die. On that day, they would tell themselves: today I will die. And they died as if they had never lived. The died like an ant dies. Who gives a damn when an ant dies?
   -Xiaolu Guo, Twenty Fragments of a Ravenous Youth

I don't want to die like an ant. I want my life to have meaning beyond mindless service to the great collective. I want page hits, a Wikipedia entry, Twitter followers and Facebook friends.

If this seems like blogging, it isn't. It's desperation. It's the inconsolable wailing of a sad little ant.