Blogging means constantly living in controversy: Controversy of having to make something up out of the material of boring topics any author with a slight rest of sane judgement would never ever even think writing about, combined with a constant pressure resting upon him, to fill the white (or black) space on the net with exclusively trilling stories and enlightening insides into the complicated and eye-opening mind of the blogger.
What if nothing happens that seems worth mentioning or if one just thinks about ideas to young, new and precious to talk about to the ignorant public. Probably it just don't care anyway but since it is recently said to be intelligent, even knowing and sometimes wise it is frightening me a bit.
Fine. It, (mass) already judged my blog. By not reading and not judging it. It must have become incredibly wise that it decided to completely ignore it. I am fine with that, some few subjects might read it, without much of a comment but still recognizing some activity.
Maybe i am better off without the the wisdom of mass. Apart from mass not having a real address (what might be the email-address when sending a mail to mass?), it cannot be directly blamed for anything. If mass says something how does it sign it? How do i know it has spoken? Mass also semms to be very impatient. It don't like long texts or complicated tracks of thought. Sometimes i think it should be treated like teenagers. When they misbehave, some adults tend to say something like if they wanted to be treated like grown-ups they better behaved like some. - if mass wants to have characteristics of subjects like being wise, intelligent or knowing it should finally start to behave like them: be individual, be responsible and addressable, which unfortunately is paradox.

Whatever mass has to say now, i will take it. It may be quirky what i wrote today, but sometimes you have to take a risk.

Maybe mass will say something like: she must have a outstandlingly boring live not be able to write about something that really happened, instead of throwing some hard-boiled accusations towards me.

You want to know what happened apart from me thinking about mass and its so-called intelligence?
I reacted to the good news that Barca won yesterdays football match with a pierce and small victory-scream.
Further on i enjoyed washing with our new washing machine – the old one was broken 2 weeks ago and my wardrobe merely bore the “not so much my favourite cloths”.
Last but not least i gave the flat-floor a good scrub.

I know, that was not much of a thrill. But at least it is true and substantial information. Have fun.