In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.
I do not feel very holy, not at all saintly, more like a matyr, battling on through the daily prompt regurgitatd, repeat prompts: being stoned by used up themes and cremated in the fires of the Underblog In June last year I wrote this prompt My Original Blog so why should I write it again? Just because the WordPress people are too lazy to invent something completely different? I wrote about my 300 years in the future and you know what, I thought about it, spent at least half an hour when not more to decide what and how to write and in recognition of my work I get it warmed up again.
I decided let’s do it again, but not wanting to just repeat it all (and I thought it was a bloody good effort on my part the first time) I just spent the last half hour reconstructing my self portrait in 300 years. I had to pull down the blinds because it was too bright for my photo and my pink bunny rabbit had problems holding my iPhone in its paws. Who knows, perhaps I will be replaced by a pink bunny rabbit with a blue bow operating my iPhone in 300 years if WordPress are still alive and kicking. Even my blue tooth magical mouse is ready, although I read today that there is now a new blue tooth magical mouse, much better and naturally more expensive. I believe it has four tiny paws and makes it own way over the new magical mouse mat, which will probably be a sort of mouse traffic highway: for each tab a different lane.
Do you ever get the feeling, when you sit at your computer and really want to write something completely different, that there is no point in bothering. Do you feel tired of seeing these countless repetitions daily at the same time? You do not? Then you must be a newbie, embarking on your career to win the Pulitzer or Nobel Prize for original blogs, even perhaps a medal for bravery in the face of the repeat prompts. I know I deserve it, I fight my way through daily. But enough of these complaints, it leads to a reputation as a golden oldie misery, the Scrooge of the cyber world. Instead of plodding on with this rubbish I will leave you with me in 300 years, reduced to a pink rabbit.