Content IS king. Let’s not mince words.
That’s why I can confidently say that this blog is to content what a court jester is to a king. It is much like a clown rehearsing for his squirting flower bit on the street corner.
A Random Journey’s content is largely influenced by the composition of my brain. This is its first fatal flaw.
Its second fatal flaw is being so damn random. Is there a point to it? No, I can assure you, there is not. If I ever try to convince you that it has a point, ignore me. Call my bluff. The point is, there is no point.*
Its third fatal flaw is that I don’t get paid to write it. So my motivation is pretty suspect. Actually, I have no motivation. Sometimes I like to look at the miniscule readership stats. They inevitably crush my miniscule ego. But that only happens every three minutes.
Its final fatal flaw is that it has too much competition. Content may be king, but it’s also pervasive. You cannot move an inch on the interwebs without being buried in content. We are overrun with content. Sure you may want to be selective, but you have too many interests. You want to be in the know, so you have to add more channels. Follow more people. Ingest more YouTubage. Skim more blogs. So why skim this one? Exactly.
Hence we come full circle. I only say that because now I feel dizzy.
What did we learn today? Just this: If you value content, you’ve come to the wrong place. If you want to be squirted in the face by a flower, well…
* Did you read this sentence? I thought not.
