The day the blogging died
Christian Crumlish
Blogistan Pie
A long, long time ago I can still remember How those weblogs used to make me smileAnd I knew if I had my chance
I could make the Googledance
And maybe Technorati for a while
September always made me shiver
My aggregator would deliver
Bad news in my newsfeed
I couldn't take one more read
I can't remember if I cried
When he cut me from his blogroll side
But something touched me deep inside
The day the blogging died
Refrain
And they were singing Bye bye wiki necho or pie Took my standard to a body But the body had diedAnd the good ol' boys
Drinking kool-aid and lies
Singing this'll be the way blogging dies.
Verse 2
Did you write some shitty specs Is the funk in RSS like sex When it’s version 2.0?Now do you believe strict XML
Will save us, how 'bout Jon Udell?
And can you teach me
To install Slashcode?
Well I know that you love Six Apart
But I still can’t tell their pix apart
You’re changing hosts again
Man I dig that Mena and Ben
I was a middle-aging writer hack
With a fast connection and a Powermac
But I knew I had popped the stack
The day the blogging died, I started singing
Refrain
Verse 3
Now for ten years we've been on the web The pings to Weblogs never ebb But that's not how it's gonna beWhen the Journals come from AOL
With their instant buddy chatroom hell
And a voice that came from you and me
The BigCos all were too distracted
Their CMSes got impacted
The ROI was burned
No sunk costs were returned
And while Lessig read the prior art
Salam Pax posted in the dark
And we remembered Xerox PARC
The day the blogging died, we were singin'
Refrain
Verse 4
Metafilter's interface like gopher With a filler thread from a jaded poster Daypop Top and fallin' fastExtensible is just a notion
The players tried for some forward motion
With Pirillo on the sidelines with his chest
The war blog line got stale and old
While Gawker played a snarky role
We all got options then
But we never cashed them in
The VCs tried to take the yield
Installed-base churn did not congeal
Do you recall what extensive usability, quality assurance, and user-acceptance testing revealed
The day the blogging died? we started singin'
Refrain
Verse 5
And there we were all on one net Three generations lost to debt With new startups to start againSo, come on Marc be nimble, Dave be quick
Meg where's Lafayette, hey Nick?
'Cause Pyra gets the only BlogIt button
And as I watched the TypePad splash
I hoped they had sufficient cash
No business model yet
Makes hosting a safe bet
And as the flames lit up the blogosphere
Chris Lydon lent a kindly ear
I saw RageBoy laughing without fear
The day the blogging died, he was singin',
Refrain
Verse 6
I met this person, Burningbird, And I asked her for an ontologically meaningful word But she just smiled and made a soundI went down to the Scripting News
Where some years before I’d seen the clues
But the server said the file wasn’t found
In LiveJournals children screamed,
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed
But not a word was trusted
The permalinks were busted
And the three men I admire most,
Phil Wolff, Mark Pilgrim, and Steve Yost
Kept editing their final post
The day the blogging died
And they were singin' …
Refrain
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