How The Blogoverse Ends

So, the bad news is, according to this, I end my days homeless and pigeonholing passersby in increasingly desperate attempts to get their attention once the Internet collapses.

The good news is, all my online friends are there with me. Go me!

14 Comments on “How The Blogoverse Ends”

  1. But John, you’ll have the advantage of a pre-printed *book* of all your old items! Once you get them hooked by that clever sign up there, you can try to strongarm them into buying the book. It’s that poor Cory Doctrow fellow I’ll be crossing the street to avoid.

  2. Does this mean we’ll be seeing you fanatically right-clicking a rather polished, mouse-like rock near a chemical drum filled with flaming debris, even as you destroy the desk you have it on to keep the fire going?

    Oh, the humanity….

  3. Jonathan, no one would pay money to see bloggers slap fight.

    Unless we decide to give the term “flame war” and exciting literal meaning….!

  4. … uhn… Hard to type with this squeegie getting in the way… Do your windshield? Yeah that’s right, the mop bucket is also the the tip jar. Nyuk nyuk nyuk.

  5. Clever.
    I imagine that world peace and a cure for AIDS and cancer can’t be far behind. All that time and energy freed up for accomplishment instead of ;)

  6. Yes, I saw that. Quite clearly, I feel for TNH and PNH, and am looking into the situation more to see what I can do that would be useful.