We Aten't Dead (yet)

Gybexi sniffed out the smell of dead people. It doesn't take much of a Sixth Sense to begin to worry that the various appearing/disappearing acts on the Maltese blogosphere could easily be depicted in a Thriller like movie (cue Xifer surfacing from the earth with a haggardly Crouchy look *make up of course* and approaching the camera). I guess I had got used to it by now. Some blogs are not meant for discussion, they are merely (maybe not the right word) personal diaries... read if you will. Others get caught up in the hustle and bustle of daily life (not the hedgerow) and tend to vanish for some time. Others still succumb to the need to get a better (or worse) life away from the daily meanderings on the keyboard. So?

Barring some dyspesic hiccups over the time between some bloggers I think that the blogosphere is as smooth as ever. Factor in the fact that none of us blog for a living, multiply it by the incredible fact that it exists at all and then divide it by a minimum reality check and hey presto... all of a sudden you feel good about the Maltese blogosphere.

There's loads out there who blog more often. I cannot keep track of the various newbies who have sprouted but I get the feeling that many more are trying their luck. At what? For now it is still the same as when it begun... at surviving... at having some form of interaction. We do not have an international exposure and nationally we are not exactly your Times of Malta. But we are there. Life is breathed into the Maltese blogosphere every day. My bloglines list gets and average of six to seven new posts daily. Not bad for a corpse. Of course it is not your Olympic athlete either...

Seeing that Halloween is round the corner... how about a Festival of Corpses? Feel free to submit your post... I'll try to give the thing a semblance of a Carnival notwithstanding my limited coordinating capabilites. So just send in (or add in the comments) your link to your post - preferably with a corpsy theme... let your imagination wander.... Twanny... we're waiting for your new blog...

Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller