I final­ly have some time to catch up on my blogroll. The hia­tus has giv­en me a fresh per­spec­tive on the blogs that I read, and I’m start­ing to under­stand why I actu­al­ly read them in the first place. Most authors are just plain inter­est­ing, and their blogs offer a glimpse into the lives of peo­ple with dis­tinct per­son­al­i­ties. The most inter­est­ing ones are by intel­li­gent peo­ple with lifestyles I’ve nev­er been through. However, there’s a fair share of authors whose lives are so sad that they’re amus­ing, and their blogs are so pathet­ic that they’re humor­ous. These are the peo­ple who write because they think they’re impor­tant, and fill their entries with the most trite, sequa­cious crap.

And it’s made me won­der, espe­cial­ly after hav­ing reached an aver­age of 200 dai­ly vis­its last month, which of the two types this blog fits into for oth­er peo­ple when they read.