I feel like I’m in a group of veteran blogs. We were there in 2003, maybe even 2002, we saw many a blog live and die, we saw many a battle, and most of us died. Several times, each. I’m just one of the few still alive, almost all my platoon has disappeared, nobody remembers their names, and I know almost none of the bloggers that count today (yeah, I know that by refusing to take part in Paris Carnet and other collective thingies, I’m kinda asking for it). I’m a dinosaur. A fossil. It’s common knowledge: on the net, everything goes by so much faster. I’m finished.

I need to open a barebones, crappy but somehow provocative blog on 20six. And cling desperately to the past glory of what I’ll never be again.

Next week on I’m a blogger, get me out of here!…