You might want to lay off the sugar if...
Once upon a time back in ye old days, afore the evils of reciprocal text links and tagging took hold, I found a blog.
It was a chick blog. Which was in and of itself, a nice thing? Yes, yes, a very nice thing. Indeed, a black chick's blog. Sweet. And it was WICKED! True, it took a little time to load. Mmmm; yeah, well, who cares? 'Cause it was like TOTALLY awesome cool. And it had all these rad (yes, I remember the 80's) graphics and slammin' (and the 90's, can't believe Devon's a bloody mountie now - go figure) colours... No clue what she was going on about; and half of the time her
Re-visited the aforementioned totally cool, awesome and yet transcendent blog today...
What, in the arse, was I on?! (And that's pronounced "thee" not "the" because it precedes a vowel you blinking Americanos Norte.)
Anyway, since we're already on that or some such bent; here's Rod Blackhirst on the demise of "The Six Species of Drivel":
The drivel plague began some time in the mid eighteenth century. It was like someone turned on a tap in the portions of the collective mind that manufacters opinions from random brain chemistry...In all six species of drivel have passed into extinction - they couldn't take the new packaging. The drivel of poets was first to go. Then the drivel of thrift and beautiful things. Then the drivel of the lonesome alternative staunchly defending the night. Then the drivel of the hungry man and his objections. Then the drivel of long tommorows. And finally the drivel of the pimply kid, three sizes too big for his trousers, who thinks that life does have a meaning, but is keeping it a secret.(Link)