Whether 'tis a nobler use of my time to update
The web or Facebook with my daily musings,
Or take aim against a sea of distractions,
And by opposing them: to sit, to delay
No more; and write a story to "The End."
An hour's denial of the thousand tasks
That each day is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To click to view,
To post perchance to comment; Ay, there's the rub,
For in the blogoshpere, what time may slip,
While we scroll through pages of witty opinion,
Must give us pause. Is it my online presence
That makes a Calamity of my deadlines?
No! I will bear the Whips and Scorns of lost time
To grunt and sweat under a weary pen, toward
My undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
I as traveler bear back stories and posts.