Turd

 

In the beginning, they were small and barely noticeable. We took them for granted, and simply accepted that something needed to be in their place. Back in those days, people could live on the satisfaction of helping others.

But, over time, they got bigger, hungrier… and more daring. They started to run across the screen, waving their arms and shouting for our attention. “Oh well,” we shrugged, “It is the way of the world.” Fortunately, we could easily reach out and brush them away.

Refusing to be ignored, they resorted to gremlin like activities. They would log us off the minute we turned around, to require endless repetition of the same old keystrokes. They dismantled the link that made Photobucket work. They laughed as we slowly became the victims.

Then not that long ago they unleashed their ultimate weapon, the full page ad. More powerful than the click of any cursor, it refused to budge. It’s colors would wash out any text used with a dark background. Bookmarks became unreadable. Noting became an insurmountable odyssey. Worst of all, they unfurled a banner proclaiming to the world their real god:

“LIGHT BLADDER LEAKAGE!”

They gave it top billing over my thoughts and dreams. How infuriating. I can barely bring myself to post an entry now. This is what every non-paying member looks at. Who would ever stay on a site like this? Making people pay not to view advertising is so incredibly negative. It’s extortion, not service.

It is like a turd in the punch bowl. Nothing will ever make the punch taste sweet, tangy, bubbly, fresh, healthy, or innocent again. You just have to throw it out. Maybe even the punch bowl needs to be tossed. After this insult, OD can’t possibly be the place to store one’s thoughts or pictures. It has no future.

I don’t know what to do. I haven’t seen the full page ad in a while, but when I log in I can still taste it. Advertising is saturating everything. What an incredible waste.

I might be back, but it might be a while. It has been wonderful knowing all of you. I’ve loved and adored each one of you, because we all write from our deepest truths.