One of the joys of blogging is its transience. It's immediate, it's spontaneous, it's constantly changing. This is why the idea of making books from blogs seems so odd (which doesn't mean that such books are necessarily bad - but a good blog does not necessarily make for a good book).
Inevitably, as new blogs appear, others bite the dust. In recent months, we've said bittersweet farewells to Molly Bloom, and Pashmina and Realdoc seem to have eased into semi-retirement. But I got a particular twinge of regret when I saw that Spinsterella has chosen to hang up her bitter, twisted, endlessly entertaining sword. She (along with Bob Swipe, Patroclus, Slaminsky and a few others) was one of the first people to take notice of my self-indulgent ramblings, and without her encouragement, I might not have carried on. Thanks for the memories, Spin, and I hope you come back in some shape or form.
In the vain hope of filling a Spinster-shaped gap, Chasms of the Earth returns to satisfy all your deconstructing-mediocre-genre-fiction needs; Valerie dips a toe (and more) into the latest internet craze; and did Paul Morley just identify Morrissey as the world's first blogger? I think he might have done.