Re-inventing dullest blog on the planet

By a bizzare twist of fate I mis-typed the URL of my blog today and found
myself at what can only be described ad the saddest blog on the planet.
At first I wasn't going to draw your attention to it, but there is
something about a train wreck that just makes you want to call all your
friends over

So here it is :

http://rtfp.blogspot.com/

Now before you bother clicking the link, I may as well point out that the
most interesting blog is reproduced in its entirety here:

"I got to watch the squirrel for a good 15 mins before it got scared off.
All the time it was feeding the birds tried to join in."

Now, this post could have just stayed as a draft forever, but, no someone
actually decided this was something the world needed to know about.

So, your first reaction might be something like 'why did they bother', or
why, since they went public with this, didn't they put their heart and
soul into it and make the damn thing exciting.

Now, I can't really throw too many rocks since I've been silent for the
last month ( It is summer, I blame the heat ). But on the flip side I
could just as easily summarise my life by saying :

"Checked into hotel, Watched CNN for 2 hours, apparently there is a war
going on, had a shower, crashed early."

But that is hardly interesting is it ? Anyone can write, anyone can say
something, you just have to put your mind to it. And this is what I was
really left thinking about this post.

'What a waste of good material'

There is a goldmine of stuff here. You've got the photo, the whole life
at home thing going on. You just have to fill in a few gaps :

--

"Mon July 19 2004

Saw a bird outside the window. This was especially odd because I live on
the 27th floor of a wasteland apartment block that was built in the 60;s
when no-one thought that people would want the mess and bother of things
like flora or fauna. oh, and the tree is plastic.

I thus had to assume that the bird was just another victim of the crack
addicts that seem to live in the stairwells and was going to spend an
indereterminate amount of time trying to get nutrition from the
unresponsive tree until it either dropped dead from its earlier snack or
just fainted from starvation.

I've started to track the crackheads because the elevator stopped working
about 6 months ago ( and the homeless keep using it as a toilet ) and I
need to know when it is safe to descend.

I stared at the bird for a good 15 minutes because I still couldn't find
my feet and I was contunally baffled as to how that tree got there in the
first place. I last saw the tree on the roof around christmas when the
Russians on the 17 floor put it there and had some sort of party.

I don't recall much of the events, something about it being very cold,
something about death by mis adventure, a faulty railing or something, and
the police who were searching the courtyard for days looking for body parts

Suffice to say I woke up about three days later and this tree was taking
up most of my balcony.

I was going to move it but well, it added some colour, and blocked the
view of the land fill across the way.

So, on closer inspection then I realised that it wasn't a bird, but
actually a squirrel and I was right, it was dead. it had probably
overdosed on the crack like the rest of the mice that live in the
cupboards, and keep me awake with their constant talking"

..."

Anyway. You get my point.

Life is only as boring as you want it to be, And remember you may not be
the only one trying to turn nothing into something

http://reambrad.blogspot.com/