Late to the game... again.

So this is where all the cool kids are?!! Blogging.

After months of skulking around, trying to decide whether to blog or not, I have succumbed to the solipsistic temptation to write daily crap about my life.

In fact, it sounds like heaven and it wasn't that hard a decision really, but there were the little choices to be made and research to be done:

Was I going to be a made up persona or my real life real me persona/self? Was I going to routinely ask myself disingenuous questions as a device by which to introduce frivolous topics?

The second answer is only until I become an old seasoned pro at knocking out blogging pearls (that sounds really horrible and slightly perverse, so in actuality 'yes' I will embrace the Carrie Bradshaw approach to blogging - see a shit version of Annie Rhiannon).

The first answer was, well, I'm not sure. There was much contention in the blogging world about the post modern importance of authenticity, and the ever blurring divide between the Internet self and the real life self. (This was, really, all a bit high minded for me - the main worry really being will I cry if people don't like me/are a bit mean, and it's not just some obnoxious persona they've taken against but the real, bonafide me.)

So it boiled down to Fight Club. This is my Fight Club. It's where I will escape from the daily
hum drum of the nine to five and be somebody else. Obviously without ever inflicted disfiguring harm upon myself or others, as a means of nullifying Fukuyama's "End of History", and creating a physical history on my body. Instead, creating that history in a logocentric manner through the blogosphere and being a virtual Tyler Durden, but female (and with a far nicer leather jacket).

I would, as my blogging persona, make zeitgeisty statements such as "all self improvement is masturbation", and, eventually, procure an army of space monkeys to do my bidding and bring down the system from the inside. 'Subversion' would be my middle name, and google Beta would be my nemesis. And then I remembered about the ending, the reassimilation of the 'undecidable' betwixt the binary opposites through death in order to facilitate a return to categorical order (*head hurts*), or going a bit mental and killing yourself. To be honest, I just don't want to risk it. Therefore, you, the reader or lurker or commenter or fellow, superior blogger will just have to deal with an unpimped version of me, Natalie.

But a simulacrum of myself.

Erm... so the answer is yes as far as possible, and no as it will never be possible to be entirely authentic on the 'net.

That's it isn't it? You're never coming back...