Samuel Johnson on Blogging

From The Idler, No. 17, 251 years ago today:

Of those that spin out life in trifles, and die without a memorial, many flatter themselves with high opinions of their own importance, and imagine that they are every day adding some improvement to human life.

He continues:

Among those whom I never could persuade to rank themselves as Idlers, and who speak with indignation of my morning sleeps and nocturnal rambles; one passes the day in catching spiders that he may count their eyes with a microscope; another erects his head, and exhibits the dust of a marigold separated from the flower with dexterity worthy of Leeuwenhoeck himself. Some turn the wheel of electricity, some suspend rings to a loadstone, and find that what they did yesterday then can do again today. Some register the changes of the wind, and die fully convinced that the wind is changeable.

Finding "what they did yesterday they can do again today" is the Popperian fallacy, not so?