Goodbye...?

My dear subjects,


I have found my kingdom. I am in the process of taking it back. I will be gone for a time, but do not fear. I know not if I will be back shortly or if I will be resigned to return but once a year. Some may call this a hiatus; some may consider it semi-retirement. All I can assure is that I seek the freedom to write in synchrony with my inspiration.


My greatest grievance with dead blogs was always that few authors failed to write a goodbye. Most disappeared, while some just faded with their lack of motivation. However, I think it courteous to always thank those who walked alongside you on your journey. To my inner circle, my supporters, and even just those passers-by: thank you. My path to the throne has been absolutely enchanting and I look very forward to the next leg of our adventure together in the Forgotten Kingdom. Until we meet again, whenever that may be. I am now the blogger formally known as Prince.


Long live the King

[I trust you can find the key on your own. It's been in front of you the whole time.]

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Weave Me Tales of Irony

This is going to be one of my rare personal posts. As you may know, I write about dead blogs. I first stumbled across Blogger in the beginning of 2018 AD, years after it had began its decline. I lurked on the site for quite a long time, studying the ruins of the community that once thrived on this noble platform. It was inspiring enough for me to begin a blog of my own as a place to share my thoughts on Blogger. However, as of late I have been gradually losing my inspiration.


I still have an ever-growing list of dead blogs/bloggers that have piqued my curiosity, but sometimes I lack the words to say about them. At one point, I considered taking my blog in another direction by making it a blog where I follow up with dead bloggers and interview them as to why they quit or where they are at now. I potentially have the means to do so, seeing as I have a large collection of contact information at my disposal. But the challenge seemed a bit daunting and I didn't know exactly how to approach it. It makes me wonder how much content I should try to produce. When I started this blog, I had only four goals:


1. Acquire at least 10 views
2. Receive a non-spam comment
3. Acquire a follower
4. Have some kind of correspondence or community with like-minded people


At this present juncture, I have achieved three out of four goals. I still wish that others who like dead-blogs could have found my humble corner of the internet and joined me in my investigations to form a community of Blogger-sleuths, but I realize it was asking a bit much for an invisible blog on a dying platform.


How ironic would it be if a blog about dead blogs died?


Long live the Prince?

Wooden Hearts

[The Prince has decided to share one of his compositions for the first time.]


Chop my heart and whittle it
Into any shape you like
Gather up the shavings, give a spark
I'll give you light


Take my body, cut me
Shave and slice me paper-thin
Let your ink run down my pages
And engulf me in your sin


I fell for you like timber
Now I'm tinder under heat
Too far gone, and far too long
Since my wooden hearts have beat


My oaken shield and armored bark
Have met their time to burn
Invoked have I, the ancient words
That my wooden hearts return


All remains are scraps
Of a fractured masterpiece
Abuse what's left with no regret
Your name's on every sheet


LIVE AGAIN


Long live the Prince

A Breath of Cedar, an Ear of Song

I once more explored the deepest recesses of this odd land. I have been discovering older blogs of late by searching "[randomthings].blogspot.com", and a lot of the better URL's were taken earlier in the site's history. Among my discoveries, I found this blogger who started a large collection of day blogs. When read together, the blogs weave a story of a girl who is a veritable rolling stone. It took a bit of time to sort the chronology of the blogs, but here it is.


http://cedarfuckedup.blogspot.com/            03/17
http://whatthefucker.blogspot.com/            03/21
http://ifuckinghatethisshit.blogspot.com/     03/23
http://theseainsideme.blogspot.com/           03/24
http://receiptsfucko.blogspot.com/            03/26
http://runawayfromme.blogspot.com/            03/31
http://sweetrainfallsdown.blogspot.com/       04/07
http://listeningtoyoufuckmeover.blogspot.com/ 05/15
http://whycouldishouldiwouldi.blogspot.com/   05/20
http://parkingatnyparks.blogspot.com/         05/27
http://bakingcolors.blogspot.com/             05/28


The author, (a girl called Cedar), is quite the curmudgeon. She was apparently in possession of a Master's degree, had trouble forming lasting relationships, and has been to more places than I could keep track of. I couldn't find where it was written, but I believe the author once said something to the effect of "I wish someone cared enough to put the puzzle pieces together and realize that I'm not okay.". Her cries have not fallen on deaf ears. The Prince always hears the pleas of his people. It has been over a decade since Cedar has posted, but wherever she is, I hope she's doing well. If you feel led to do so, maybe show her some love on her blog? I think everyone can appreciate some love, no matter how long it's been. Stay fly, my people. And if you have a wandering heart as well, I hope your heart finds a place to call home.


Long live the Prince

A Little Update: Star-Crossed Lovers

In case you haven't read the original post, here it is: (http://longlivetheprince.blogspot.com/2018/04/star-crossed-lovers.html)


To recap, Friday Night Dream is one of the most somberly romantic things I have ever read. It is the correspondence of star-crossed lovers Catatonic and Valentina. Catatonic's Blogger account was always private and unviewable. However, I recently checked on the blog, and it appears he has gone so far as to delete his account.


I'm not entirely sure what it could mean in regards to their interaction, but it seems to me that Catatonic sought to distance himself. It is a dark day for the world of romance. Someday I hope to find out what happened betwixt them. Until then, you all are up to speed now. Keep love alive.


Long live the Prince

The Abandoned Bards

There seems to be no shortage of undiscovered artists in this strange land. If only these guardians of culture didn't perish in anonymity. It breaks the heart to see wasted potential. All art deserves a spotlight, and the motley crew known as "Soon To Be Famous" are no exception.


Soon To Be Famous (http://rockingsongs.blogspot.com/) is a blog connecting members of a somewhat informal band. Though the members of this group appear to travel somewhat frequently, it is presumed that all the members originated at one point from Tucson, Arizona. They were active on their band's blog for only a few short months (July-November 2004).


The members themselves were quite difficult to track down. And it seems evident that they were all quite fond of their musical endeavors, judging by the posts on the members' personal blogs. So it's mildly confusing as to why no audio recordings of their music can be found. Perhaps it was because 2004 was a different time and it was more difficult to create & share recordings. Or maybe their songs never became more than lyrical compositions. Suffice to say, my curiosity towards their music grew exponentially upon stumbling across their lyrics. If only the bards were still about. Alex was the most recent poster, with his personal blog being sparsely active until 2007. However, an affiliate of Alex-who has not been verified to be part of the band-was active from 2001-2011. That seems to be the latest remnant of this band of bards.


Here are the band members that I could find, in case you wanted to visit their personal blogs:
https://www.blogger.com/profile/08495329183951128982 (Alex)
https://www.blogger.com/profile/10433703016389221307 (Katie)
https://www.blogger.com/profile/14326621217698414113 (Sarah or Alex #2?)
https://www.blogger.com/profile/17318372660133267937 (Steve)


As is typical, I'm not really sure how to end this. The blog is a memorial for a crew of creative cavaliers who no longer weave words with wild whimsy. It saddens me in my adventures to see closed chapters of beauty and uniqueness; but I suppose that is where the beauty lies. Flowers are beautiful because they wilt. Everything is fleeting, which is what makes everything so breathtaking. Maybe someday this abandoned land called Blogger will lose its charm to me, but today is not that day. Long live the bands of Blogger.


Long live the Prince