I think the first few available entries on the weblog, back on September 2, 2002, summed up the way the reading would go with each entry. Eight different entries from within the span of less than seven hours, none of which really had that much of a point.
Early in October, Cloe writes “That’s what my blog lacks…intelligence”. One thing that this weblog certainly does not lack is posts. Readers are subject to sometimes seven or eight posts on a daily basis. And then there are times when there’s no update for up to a week at a time. While it may be a bit inconsistent, there’s plenty to come back to read, but probably only to enjoy if you know Cloe or have any idea of some of the things she talks about – school, her “real life” friends, and things that happen to her on a daily basis. Yes, this is what weblogging is all about, but when random outside readers stumble upon the site and can’t figure out what’s going on, that tends to present a problem.
Halfway through the older entries, the layout of the site completely changes. Both are quite basic, and concentrate on the importance of this particular weblog – the writing. There’s nothing else available at this site except for the day-to-day entries Cloe shares with readers.
It’s hard to give this type of a weblog a description of any site. The posts rarely focus on anything that even resembles consistency. I found a post that said “Blogs are for losers”. I found several posts that were simply chat transcripts from various instant messaging tools, and there were a fair share of the popular quizzes and various other forms of memes that are passed around from weblog to weblog.
“Disarm”, as this weblog is called, isn’t anything that I found interest in at all. Maybe it’s the age gape, or maybe it’s that there wasn’t anything of interest thatI could find. Ideally, if I were to find an audience that would find this weblog entertaining or at all interesting, it would have to be peers of the author that are in contact with her only a daily basis. I have a feeling that those people would be the only ones that would really appreciate Cloe’s writing.