Wirecutter has announced he’s retiring from blogging after 18 years.
As you know, gentle reader, this blog is coming up on 22 years old now. We’ve hit one of those periodic spots where I’m not as loquacious as normal–mostly just book reports and movie reports and lists of books and movies I’ve recently bought.
I mean, I’m not interested in writing long hot takes on the news these days. All the other bigger bloggers are covering that waterfront, and their daily writings are ephemeral. I’m not banging out essay-length investigations into culture or substack-length musings on anything. Just a couple bon mots which are probably not all that bon but most assuredly are pronounced with the t at the end because this is America, Jack. But I’m even not rising to much snark these days.
So I muse on the mortality of this blog: Will I announce a retirement and get one or two comments on the post? Will I just die? Will I get the diagnosis and then ask for money or write poignantly on enjoying the life I might have mostly wasted refreshing Instapundit or Ace of Spades HQ over and over? Or will I just tail off?
Stay tuned! It’s like a cliffhanger, but with less at stake and less interest!
But I’m going to miss Wirecutter’s blog. I’ve been reading it for a couple of years and have found it amusing and have enjoyed his stories and vignettes of life in Tennessee among the GIFs and memes.
