“We ents never say anything that doesn’t take a long time saying. And we never say anything if it’s not worth taking a long time saying.”

That, ladies and gentlemen, is me. I’ve thought of these microblogs, Twitter and whatever they’re called, I could never do that. Instead I readily await the day the maxiblog arrives; where no post can ever be less than a 1000 words. When I write, what limits my writing is not that I run out of things to say, or various ways of putting it. My attempts to limit the amount I write is based on my concern for my readers. I simply prefer if they didn’t grew old and died, whilst waiting for me to finish my sentence.

But I stick by my ent-like approach: It’s better to say something that is close to your heart and feels important - even if it is in a roundabout way - rather than to say nothing at all, only because you can’t keep it short and retain the hip blogfactor your message ought to have. Man, that sounded like something that came out of a very old person. An ent maybe?