It once was, that if you hit "next blog" at the top of the page you would be given a random blog to view with pleasure, alarm, horror, or boredom. There were times when I could be treated to all of the above and a few more emotions, in the space of ten blogs or so. When I found one that appealed, I'd read into it, maybe bookmark it, maybe start to follow it. And then on to the next.
Now, it seems, Blogger has decided if you seem even slightly interested (ten seconds seems to be a kind of bench mark, apparently) in a blog on, say, birds, well, by gosh and by golly that's what you get. Hover too long over the marshes of a distant preserve, or read into a gardening blog or two, and suddenly you are seeing marsh birds, endless images of gardens, and birds in gardens. Where have the other blogs gone?
This morning I decided, as much as I wanted to read about bushtits and upland lakes, I was going to try to wrestle my blog hunting away from Blogger. Fifteen tries later I broke free of the bird lovers and plummeted into the gardening. Undaunted, I kept moving. More birds, more gardens. Aha, porn. oh, wait...
Fast forward to economics, a few political blogs, ducking the golden eagle swooping over the marshlands again, dodging owls in their native habitat, and came up upon an unhappy mother and her unhappy life. One more click and I found myself staring at a Japanese entepreneur making and selling handbags. I rested there for a bit, let Blogger catch up with me, and maybe tomorrow I can find a wider range.
Once I escape the Luis Vittons and the Coach bags.