As I Type It: Sad Old Web

As chroniclers of the whimper where once there was a bang, we here at HowdyLand.com now see the worldwide web as a tired old thing. The speed of now no longer dazzles. Hipster snark, it turns out, ages about as well as a martini in a snap brim hat. So where does one go after arriving at the party ahead of the fashions and hair?

Here at The News From The Great Re-Depression we have felt for the longest time like a lonely cliff awaiting a faraway herd, but today we hear the distant slap of cheaply manufactured footwear approaching. But as always, I have gotten ahead of myself.

Is it a weary habit of mind that leads to Huffington Post for daily updates about designer sand? Have we stayed and Gawked too long at too little for no reason? Do cats that look like Hitler ever start looking enough like Hitler to scare the holy crap out of you? Will I, Stan Douglas, dump the internet for that soon-to-be-famous girl who ended up with Chaz Bono’s tits? Not likely.

No, we will remain right here, bringing you the latest cheerful news about the coming end of every trend and a new kind of meat people will grow in hampers. After all, it’s the medium that’s exhausted, not the message.