Well nobody told me, and, seeing as Tiny Planet has grumbled back to life after some weeks of semi-hibernation, they can feck off. The death of the blog was proclaimed by Wired:

Writing a weblog today isn’t the bright idea it was four years ago. The blogosphere, once a freshwater oasis of folksy self-expression and clever thought, has been flooded by a tsunami of paid bilge. Cut-rate journalists and underground marketing campaigns now drown out the authentic voices of amateur wordsmiths. It’s almost impossible to get noticed, except by hecklers. And why bother? The time it takes to craft sharp, witty blog prose is better spent expressing yourself on Flickr, Facebook, or Twitter.

There is a fair point there. It’s not exactly a level playing field when the likes of The Huffington Post and Engadget have professional teams cranking out dozens of posts a day. But you might as well proclaim soccer to be dead because only four teams in the English premier league stand a realistic chance of winning it; that doesn’t suddenly mean that people won’t play the game (or in this case blog) simply for the sake of enjoying it. You think I do this for money? Like hell I do.

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