It seems that reaching a major milestone, drawing a line in the sand and following the wind whimsically conspire together to turn the hands of fate. Not that I am one to believe in it but lately, bloggery karma has stepped in and reared its cute anonymous tail and said, “Take me… You know you want to”. Murphy’s Law likes to have a go as well if only to assert its existence. So what has happened? Since the reduction in frequency of posting, cbmused has enjoyed a surge in readership.

But where is the desire to write and share?

Granted, many are ships that pass in the night, asking for “gorgeous buff men”, or “my partner has a gay friend”, or giving stern advice like “if you haven’t walked in others shoes, don’t give advice!”, complete with exclamation mark. But there have been others.

Personal blogging has jumped the shark yet there are a few of us around who still maintain this piece of cyberspace we call home. We nurture it and look after it, stubborn in the belief that it matters to put it out there, or to provide entertainment to the blogosphere. So what remains are the friendships of words over the years, the keeping in touch or keeping up with the Jones and Lims.

I neither have the desire to shut up shop or return to the heady days. My RSS reader continues to clock up numbers. Maintaining comment silence is becoming the norm. Yet, this morning, cbmused echoed a distant siren call.