Obligatory Post
Posted on April 8, 2007
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When you ask people to read your blog, you assume an obligation to give them something to read. The problem, of course, is that you don’t always have something to say.
Right now, I have nothing to say.
Except, maybe, that there is too such a thing as too much chocolate [burp].
PS. If you’re a first time visitor, there are 75 posts in the archives that you can read. Sure, they’re not new but, hey!…they’re new to you.
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If I wanted to read whiny excuses I could’ve continued lurking on “Fix the Fray” for crissakes.
You can’t keep coasting on your glory days (i.e. your home-schooling laurels) why, even Nan seems to have flown the coop here. Please come up with something suitably provocative to discuss by tomorrow morning or face the consequences.
Sigh. It appears Grant Miller is the only one who truly understands what a woman wants from a blog.
Resting on my laurels? Have you already forgotten the dead fish post? The Web 3.0 post? The financial results post? The reader survey? All without selling a single fridge, too.
Fame is certainly a fickle mistress.
“Laurels”? You’ve been posting for a week and you think you’re resting on your “laurels”? More like you’re squatting in the mud, waiting for the next half-eaten carcass to land on your side of the river.
“Laurels” [snort]
And yes, ladies and gentlemen, these are my friends talking.
you could just follow my lead and post incessantly about baseball.
wait, is this why i have no commentary on my blog?
Since the demise of the Expos, I have no heart for baseball.
I’ve been making an average of one post a week, and getting about two hits a week (that aren’t mine). Are you saying you want more than that?
Hi, Archie.
Actually, I invited some new people over without having anything new to offer them. Luckily for me, they got to read Dawn’s “squatting in the mud” comment, so it wasn’t a complete waste of their time.
Well, you’re welcome, then. I was thinking of your “alligator people”, of course, and always, as you know, with love.
Schad: Many of us have nothing to say, but nobody says it better than you.
Hey, gregor.
Love your icon. Kinda Beardsley meets Munch and Kafka for a 5-day absinthe binge, and wakes up to find that he’s tattooed this image on the forehead of a dead male prostitute.
You are too kind.
Schad: You should know that I got a blogging account when I tried responding here to the homeschoolers. Then I thought, why not use it as a joke? So all my suffering will be ultimately your fault.
I’m thinking of renaming it “Blogging and Nothingness”.
Feel a little odd about borrowing that icon, but the artist makes money from selling the litho, not its digital print, and it’s kinda pompous to slap on acknowledgments in a comedy show.