When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro. - Hunter S. Thompson

31 July 2005

Internet's Best Friend

Sarah Boxer does a snide little piece on cats-as-Internet-mascot for the New York Times.
Dogs would die if they had to wait for their owners to go off line. And who wants to post pictures of a dead animal? Serious bloggers, the kind who float to the top of Google regularly, just don't have time or space for dogs.

But can that be the whole story? There's a deeper answer to be had at infinitecat.com, where users post pictures of their cats gazing at pictures of other cats already posted on the Infinite Cat site. You see an infinite regress: pictures of cats looking at pictures of cats looking at pictures of cats.

Remind you of anything? Those cats are like so many bloggers sitting at home staring into their computer screens and watching other bloggers blog other bloggers. Cats, who live indoors and love to prowl, are the soul of the blogosphere. Dogs would never blog.
Too bad, I say.

I would imagine that if the Chows were able to blog, they would offer all kinds of interesting insights about what New York City smelled like.

A blog written by Mister Gato, on the other hand, might be a very disturbing and frightening thing indeed.

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