There comes a time in the life of some people when they realise with a dread sense of clarity that they will never fulfil any of their youthful promise.

There is naught for them on Planet Now, they see.

Slowly, they shrivel at this, growing increasingly drunk on resentment fermented from the juices of their once-sprightly flesh. Gnarled and violated psyches are left hunched, brooding, over bitter spittle-flecked keyboards.

Human interaction leaves them then; homes are stayed in for longer. Excuses are found to miss appointments. Calls are left unanswered. Friends given no response.

Creeping, tended into life, comes an overall fury with humanity and the missed opportunities our species will continue to whore away.

It is then, laughing, that these people start... to "blog".

That day has come to pass for me. Here is Audiokitty.