Friday, August 26, 2011
LAST-MINUTE ADDENDUM: I wrote this last night, apparently a bit tipsy, and just a little bit ticked off, as you will note. I often go back and reread things I've written, and determine in hindsight that perhaps the thought would have been better left unsaid. And so I hit the delete button.
However, in scanning this post in the light of day, I've decided that I stand by what I wrote.
So, bear in mind the spirit(s) in which this was written. I'm normally quite an amiable person, really.
I decided to do a bit of research tonight, and I came to the realization that the majority of my blog followers aren't even real people.
Ha ~ the joke's on me! I guess.
Am I offended by that? Well, sort of. But it's kind of freeing, in a way.
It allows me to just post any old thing, especially for my own enjoyment and entertainment, without the burden of having to actually be "interesting" to other people.
I don't know how many blogs are actually in existence. Maybe ten million? Just a rough estimate.
So, if the "people" following me are just bots, well, that's probably 44 more followers than most blogs have.
Let me tell you (and by "you", I'm apparently just talking to myself), I wrote stuff on a stupid manual typewriter, back when I was 15 years old, and who the heck ever read that? Nobody. Just me.
Did that stop me? Apparently not.
I do know that somebody reads this stuff from time to time, because I get (mostly) rude comments, occasionally.
So, do you (and by "you", I mean "me") think the fact that the only followers I have are imaginary people is going to let that stop me from writing?
The answer is, no.
The last laugh is mine. This blog will become a book one day, and who will be laughing then? (Okay, apparently just me, but I will not hesitate to purchase a copy).
Everybody starts somewhere. Diablo Cody wrote "Juno" in a Target snack bar. And that's probably where she also came up with the name "Diablo Cody". It most likely was a result of her retinas being burned by the interminable REDNESS of the Target store's flag colors.
So, in conclusion, hey, all you bots! Thanks for pseudo-following me! I may be slow, but eventually, the obvious begins to sink in.
And if you think I'm offended, well, yea, I am a little.
However, I will continue to write my drivel. It entertains me, and really, as I've said approximately seven thousand times, I'm all about my personal entertainment.
Thanks, though, bots, for making me feel, at least for a little while, like I was communicating with someone other than myself.
Not that I have any objections to that.
P.S. If you are a real person, leave me a comment. It would be nice for me to know that a real living, breathing human being is reading this. If you choose not to, well, I'm still not stopping.
P.S. Not to be rude or anything (heaven forbid!), but if I've stuck my neck out to follow someone else's blog (and, just for the record, I am a real person), a little reciprocation would be nice. It's really just common courtesy.
But hey, knock yourself out. Once bitten, twice shy (as Great White apparently said at one time; that time being the 1980's).
You (and you know who you are), don't seem to give a damn that I've left you comments, so don't expect anything further from me.
Life is just like that. Isn't it?
Tonight I listened to some Merle Haggard songs. And I sang along. And I cried. I didn't want to ever have to write this. I&...
I don't plan to discuss American Idol here very often. Face it, you read about it everywhere . Who needs another blog about it? That s...
Well, I did it. Not only did I accomplish the goal of writing 14 songs in 28 days, but I actually wrote 16! So, here you go. They'...
(Yes, I had a career impersonating Meryl Streep.) I suppose all the upper-middle class gals in 1973 took it for granted that they would...