the clog

The sound of one hand clapping...

Man, there's nothing like the numerous comments sprinkled as a direct response to your post to affirm that people indeed are reading your posts. People are not reading my posts. You can tell because nobody responds to them. This makes me sadder than when I found out that Pamela Anderson's twins weren't real (you know what I'm talking about). Nobody even blinked (metaphorically of course, since I have no idea when anybody blinks when they read stuff on the net), when I gave my "Ode to a female..." post (it's the one with the boob poem). And that was one of my favourite posts.

This could only mean two things:

1 Nobody reads my blog and I'm pissing in the wind (which is dangerous...you could wet yourself if the wind blows the wrong way).

2 Nobody bothers to comment.

3 I release too many posts in one day for anybody to bother commenting....

4 I can't count...

Anyway, regardless of the reasoning (any of the four) it all leads to one thing: my posts aren't interesting enough to read or be commented on. Yes, I know I'm being sulky and petulant but that's what being an insecure individual is all about. So I have reached a decision: I am going on a temporary hiatus to sharpen my wit and restoke the passionate fires that once inspired me to write this crappy thing (wait, wasn't it boredom that inspired me to write this crappy blog? Eh, whatever. Passionate fires sound cooler. Chicks dig passionate fires). I'm going to go training in the mountains or something. Maybe I can even rope in a Mr Miyagi look alike to say "Wax on, wax off" as I practice my pencil strokes. Adieu, good readers. I shall come back better or not come back at all! Or maybe I'll just see you on Monday again when I get incredibly bored.