At a certain point, some people realise with a diamond sense of clarity that they will never fulfil any of their youthful promise.
(The world is unfriendly now; try the next planet along.)
Slowly they shrivel, growing increasingly drunk on resentment brewed from the juices of once-sprightly flesh. Gnarled and violated psyches stew, hunched over bile and spittle-flecked keyboards.
Human interaction is abandoned and homes stayed in for longer. Excuses are found to miss appointments. Calls are left unanswered. Friends are given no response.
Creeping into life springs a fury with humanity, a belly-growl at the opportunities our species will continue to whore away.
It is then, laughing only to themselves, that these people start... to "blog".
That day has come to pass for me. Here is Audiokitty; welcome to Planet Now.