We Feel Fine.
It is raining here, and the lightning is creating patterns through the blinds and onto my floor, barely seeming to fade before the thunder clambers in through my windows and rattles my things.
I have discovered a new way of thinking about the blogosphere (which should be bombed).
It is "We Feel Fine."
It is a collection of statements pulled from a cross section of public blogs. You can select quotes at random, or filter the results by moods, age, gender, or even weather at the location.
It has an ethereal feel to it, it seems like a collection of emotional voices screaming into a coffee tin, muted and constrained and yet still poignant.
I have discovered a new way of thinking about the blogosphere (which should be bombed).
It is "We Feel Fine."
It is a collection of statements pulled from a cross section of public blogs. You can select quotes at random, or filter the results by moods, age, gender, or even weather at the location.
It has an ethereal feel to it, it seems like a collection of emotional voices screaming into a coffee tin, muted and constrained and yet still poignant.
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