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Does anyone read books these days??

Of course they do, but for how much longer paper and type will hold it’s own against ‘all wonder’ gadgets formerly known as mobile phones remains to be seen….

Personally, I couldn’t give a shit whether it’s one year or ten. A medium is a medium and if it works why not use it? I am however a little more concerned about changes in the quality and type of reading itself. You see, with attention spans shortening by the day and the publics interest increasingly lying in the ordinary rather than the extra-ordinary, the pursuit of excellence in the written word and for that matter the pursuit of any kind of creative excellence is becoming an irrelevant and outdated notion.

Yes boss, as we cruise through 2007, the written word is dumbing down. Rather than dipping into some huge and clever masterpiece like Crime and Punishment or even a slag rag like The Daily Mail, your average Joe now prefers to read a blog about someones visit to the chemist or some half cocked view of Middle Eastern Politics as sifted through a ringer.

In short: the once elite word is returning to the people.

So, am I against democracy of the word???

Too fucking right I am! How the hell am I supposed to make a living out of writing words if people are getting all their reading matter supplied by amateurs every time they turn the net on???

I'm not bitter, in fact I wuldn't mind at all if blogs were any good, but this is the nub of the problem with blogs: QUALITY: Specifically, how does one find the good blogs amongst the reams of shit that is put online daily by people trying to kill time at work?

Pure chance probably and that’s how I came along this one.

The premises of Hijackalopes blog is simple: Every now and then he tells a 2 to 3 line story of what he and Kenny G have been doing. For example:

Fucking Kenny G's house plant from hell

I had that flash of Deja Vu again about the last time I remember thinking I had a Deja Vu moment but not really remembering the event, just the feeling of Deja Vu.

Unlike visiting the strip club "Deja Vu" which if even I was too drunk to remember, I would still have the signs of...(i.e. bruises, sudden lose of money and unknown pubic hair stuck betwixt my dental work.)

Oh by the way, Kenny G's albino goat kid just took a shit in my potted house plant.

Or how about this one

Kenny G is a fucking fucker
Category: School, College, Greek

Kenny G's Indian friend Indian Johnny came by yesterday. He sat and watched The Price is Right. He did not blink once. I watched him from my bathroom through a hole in the door. I did not blink once. Unless he only blinked when I blinked. It is possible.

Now, what makes this great is that after about a year of reading these blogs, I still don’t have the first clue as to who or what Kenny G is. I of course have an idea, and this idea is that he's some kind of living sock with apalling manners and a beer belly - something like (for those of you olde and British enough to remember) Roland Rat.

I may of course be wrong, but who cares, the genius here is that the brevity and lack of detail - one of the hells of the modern writing epoch - is worked and adapted to good effect. With Hijackalope there’s no clutter of detail. No complex character development and no nonsense, and the result is very often perfect…

So, get along to Hijackalopes page and meet Kenny G!

http://www.myspace.com/hijackalope