Abandoning Blogs

Ah, how the dream fades!

I'm very not surprised that 90% of bloggers just abandon their blogs. Fuck, what are they, anyway, except for online diaries, for the most part? Or online diarrheas -- I'm not quite sure yet.

But I learned long, long ago that expecting people to beat a path to your door because your diary is so fascinating is like finding water on Mercury. I was "blogging" before the word existed but no one beat a path to my door. But I don't give a sweet flying fuck.

I "blog" purely to amuse one person: me -- and I couldn't give a rat's ass how many people come to comment. And anyone who does care is severely mentally impaired, or regularly buys things As Seen On TV.

The moment your blog starts meaning something is the moment you stop caring whether or not it means something. The moment you couldn't give a shit who or who does not read it. That's how I started out in 1995 and that's how I proceed now. There is going to be no book deal, no Julie/Julia bullshit. I know that! YOU, on the other hand, are just going to be victim to whatever zany thought comes into my head. The good thing for you, maybe, is to know that I'm not going to be one of the 90% who abandons their blog. On the contrary, I'm tempted to start ten more blogs, JUST BECAUSE I CAN.

Brigitte complains sometimes that I random-babble to excess -- don't get me started, because I already am -- but it seems to amuse HER, and, dear faithful, it seems to amuse YOU, as you're still reading (at least I think you are. You may have hung up the Internet in disgust, but then you wouldn't be reading this. See? I'm a philosopher as well as a charlatan).

Just write and All Will Be Well. I know you're reading this because you are (duh!) but frankly, if you decide to stop reading, guess what? What was that they asked Abraham Lincoln's wife . . . "Other than that, Madam, how did you like the play?"