But here’s where the first, and arguably most glaring, example of ineptitude rears its ugly head. The last brave soul to grace these digital pages with their incomprehensible musings did so way back in August of 2009. Let that sink in for a moment. 2009! That’s practically ancient internet history. The iPhone was still a relative novelty, Twitter was just finding its wings, and most of us were still rocking flip phones with Snake. To put it mildly, the internet landscape has changed a tad since then. And yet, here we stand, in the echoing silence of a website frozen in time, a digital Pompeii of forgotten thoughts.
One has to admire the sheer dedication to inactivity. It’s almost an art form, this level of commitment to not doing something. Think of all the potential blog posts that have gone unwritten! The countless opportunities to dissect the nonsensical events of the past fifteen years, all squandered in a magnificent display of… well, ineptitude. Did the owner simply forget the password? Did they get distracted by a particularly perplexing sock drawer? Perhaps they became so overwhelmed by the sheer volume of senselessness in the world that they simply threw up their hands and declared, “Too much! I can’t possibly keep up!” Whatever the reason, the result is the same: a blog about things that don’t make sense, that itself makes absolutely no sense due to its utter lack of content.
And that, my friends, brings us to the crux of the matter. You see, the prolonged silence, the digital desert that ineptitude.com has become, isn’t just a case of neglect. Oh no, it’s far more profound, more… meta. What could be a more fitting testament to the very definition of ineptitude than a website dedicated to the absurd that itself becomes an absurd monument to inactivity? The irony is so thick you could spread it on toast. We’ve waited. We’ve waited for years. We’ve checked back occasionally, perhaps with a flicker of hope, only to be met with the same dusty digital stillness.
And now, after all this time, the truth can finally be revealed. The years of silence, the absence of even a single, solitary blog post since August 2009? It wasn’t laziness. It wasn’t forgetfulness. It was a deliberate act. A long-term performance piece, if you will. What better way to illustrate the concept of ineptitude than to embody it so completely? To create a website about things that don’t make sense, and then make the most nonsensical decision of all: to abandon it for over a decade and a half. The wait, the utter lack of anything, that is the point. ineptitude.com isn’t just about ineptitude; it is ineptitude. And in that, perhaps, lies a strange, twisted sort of brilliance.
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