I can’t remember if I cried
When he cut me from his blogroll side
But something touched me deep inside
The day the blogging died
—The Day the Blogging Died (Radio Free Blogistan)
The thing about oral composition is that the oral performances aren’t archived, so people who repeat the performances for new audiences tend to remember only the best stuff. Since there are really no space constraints on the web, this spoof has gotten too long, to where it’s a just a list of rhyming in-jokes. Still, it’s amusing.
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