So weblogging is in the news a brand new way.

You can read some quasi-psycho ramblings of a suspected child rapist and former fugitive here. (Well, you can check it out there until Google pulls the plug. Then you can read it on this guy’s space.)

Apart from the total tragedy of what the Groene family is going through, for which this guy might turn out to be responsible, it causes me pause about weblogs in general.

Selfishly and self-centeredly, I can’t help but note that this here rambling, pseudo-psychotic site, dee-rob.com, had it’s own accusers. But, fucking shit, apart from my not being even a smidge violent, I think my writing is clearly not crazy crazy. It makes me kind of glad my readership is shit, comprised of like three people, who also tolerate me live and in person. No daily surveillance or thousands of comments.

Of course, the flip side is I fucking hate the shit I went through even more. Some sick asshole tried to mark me in league with a guy blogging under a messianic handle about personal demons that really are evil.

I am overstating the compares and contrasts here. But, what started as a writing exercise, evolved into a way to keep in touch in a long-distance relationship and now provides a newsletter to the folks back home in Beantown is part of a web-based world with all of the nasty shit of the worst of real life.

I guess as in the real world, it’s hard to sort out happiness and tragedy, both of which are generally always around.