Oh, my. Now, I’m rarely a heavy poster. (Heavy individual, yes. Not poster.) But things have really slowed lately.
At least some people apparently stop by here from time to time. Even this post from 2009 has attracted an inexplicable number of clicks in the past week. I mean, it’s barely even a post. It’s more like a tweet. I’m not sure what people expect from it. It seems pretty dry to me.
Anyway, it hasn’t been a particularly good 236 days. There have been some bright spots in there, but also a lot of shitty spots. Some people turn to blogging when things are shitty. (I won’t allude to anyone specific, of course.) (H.G.) I’m more likely to jack into Twitter when I get the chance and scroll manically through the torrent of thoughtnuggets, taking solace and distraction from people who are (a) having a much better time than me, (b) having a much worse time than me, and/or (c) managing to keep up a much better sense of humor than me. Although lately even two of my Twitter accounts appear to have come to a screeching halt. (“Two of”? What kind of idiot has more than one Twitter account? Ahem. Must be a typo.)
Anyway, suffice it to say (a) I am not dead, (b) I do not have cancer, (c) my parents are not having problems, (d) I am not unemployed, (e) I am not bankrupt, (f) I am not getting a divorce, and (g) I do not live in a war zone. And, while I might add “YET” on to any of those, for the moment I am still right here, just not online so much. (That includes Facebook, my feelings about which are currently running about 8% love, 92% hate.) If you’re bored, you could peruse my Vine account, where I have used 6-second looping videos to develop an aesthetic best summed up as “completely fucking baffling.” (There are also a few polished efforts in there which are very good, and aren’t mine.)
So keep blogging, and—uh, Happy Easter, I guess.