And It's Goodnight From Him

One of my all time favourite British comedy shows has to be The Two Ronnies. At the end of each show usually they'd sign off the first Ronnie saying "It's goodnight from me." And the second Ronnie saying "And it's goodnight from him." I'll always remember that line. And that's kind of how I'm feeling as we begin this new year when it comes to social media.

I think I'm going to give it a toss. Why?

On Facebook I'm a little fatigued and overwhelmed when it comes to pictures and videos of co-called "cute" cats. My God, a cat's a cat. I know what they look like already and I'm aware of their moods. Why do you think I got rid of mine? Then there are the folks that keep telling me what they're eating complete with so-called "yummy" pictures. People please, you really eat that stuff? Then don't you dare share pictures of it leaving your body. Some of those things probably turn into rocket fuel once they're digested.

And blogging? What the hell has happened to blogging? Well it seems all the bloggers are on Facebook sharing pictures of their cats and their dinners. The people's dinners, not the cats. Though nobody seems to be having cats for dinner.

There was a time I had three blogs on the go: a music blog, a political satire blog and my humour blog. Then it dwindled to one and then that one dwindled. There's very little sense of community any more among the folks in the blogosphere. I used to join blogging communities and then after I'd invested the time and effort to stay on top of things they'd just fold up their virtual tents and fade into the deserts of the interwebs.

Nowadays I pretty much blog for myself...and my mother. Just kidding. She's dead. I'm not kidding about her being dead. That wouldn't be right. But she is. Dead. But I'm sure she'd comment on my blog if she was alive.

But the biggest reason I'm giving up on Facebook and blogging in 2015 is my wife. That's right. She bought me a giant pack of underwear for Christmas. She said something about the ones I sit around in all day while I blog and comment on Facebook were getting, um, she said, smelly. Now there's a vision you don't wanna concentrate on for too long. Not that I'll be posting it or anything.

And it's goodnight from me.

This week's Studio30+ prompt was "smelly". No, really, I'm not denigrating Studio30+ or anything. That really was the word they proposed: smelly. Right.