To blog, or not to blog–that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous comments
Or to take arms against a sea of bloggers
And by blogging join them. To write, to blog–
No more–and by a blog to say we endure
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That blogging is heir to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be missed! To write, to blog–
To blog–perchance to be Freshly Pressed: ay, there’s the rub,
For in that blog of ours what thoughts may come
When we have blogged of our weekly toil,
Must give us pause. There’s the rejection
That makes calamity of so long a blog.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of blogging,
Th’ writer’s wrong, the proud man’s comments
The pangs of despised blogs, the blogger’s delay,
The insolence of bloggers, and the spurns
That patient bloggers of th’ unworthy takes,
When he himself might his blog make
With a bare pen? Who would blogs bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary blog,
But that the dread of something other than blogging,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No blogger returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those blogs we write
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make bloggers of us all,
And thus the native hue of blogging
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And blogs of great pitch and moment
With this regard their blogs turn awry
And lose the name of action. — Soft you now,
The fair blogger! — Author, in thy bloggings
Be all my blogs remembered.
(An adaptation of Hamlet’s Soliloquy from the play by W. Shakespeare. Sorry, Will, we couldn’t resist!)
I love Shakespeare and think this blog is very clever and funny. Good entry!
Thanks! We had a lot of fun writing it.
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