I loved the title. The man who… the man whore… an interesting play on words. I loved the look too when I arrived at the site. Red, very red. There is an interesting banner and a left hand side panel which is uncluttered. I like straightforward designs. There is a blogger profile, details of his website, previous posts and a smattering of links. Not enough to put you off trying one or two.
There is comment facility and he uses links from his posts which are all in working order. He also uses an audio post which is functioning.
I was expecting a seedy trawl through a red light something which is what I got but it left me feeling uneasy. He uses mobile phone photos which work well in the setting. Better photography would not have sat so well amongst his literary meanderings.
The weblog began or at least has archives dating back only to the end of May this year. Thus far we have two central events which pervade his posts. Initially the break up with Melissa and latterly the coming together with Kelly. His success with Kelly – his words!
Zaque, and he wins an award for the most pretentious spelling of his name, is a self-centred arrogant pig. His writing and pseudo poetry reflects this. He wallows in self-pity following his break up from Melissa and his words ooze that most putrid of emotions. I couldn’t feel sorry for the guy; I just wanted to scream… “broken hearts are for arseholes…” He is arrested for DUI and compares the experience to being raped. How sorry for yourself can you be?
His subsequent detailing of his romance with Kelly is so full of self gratification and bravado that you might conclude that there are two people writing this, if it wasn’t for the accompanying overblown poetry. Indeed for “a writer”, again his choice of words, his poetry or prose ain’t up to all that much.
We were promised more poetry, more pictures, “girl drama”, 100 songs that move him and a ‘big secret’ for July. We’ve had all but the secret thus far. The 100 songs would make Mr Happy depressed and are an ideal musical accompaniment to his sad laboured detailing of his ongoing experiences of life, love and college life.
There is something very sinister here… like the beginnings of a movie about someone and something that ain’t gonna turn out all sweetness and light. How creepy… I’m not sure that I wanna know the truth. I won’t be back. One out of five for an interesting design.tale of the man who(re)