Death of a dream
Estimated Days Until Blogger Burnout: 2 (or maybe 160)


I know I said I wouldn't be making multiple postings per day a habit, but some distressing things have happened to me today that must be shared. OK, perhaps "must" is a little strong, but my the voices in my head are screaming, so it's either this or another murder spree.

First: the monitor on my desktop computer just died. Just died, for no apparent reason. It made this sound like crumpling aluminum foil, flickered and died. Then I tried to turn it off and on again, just to see, and it made another sound, exactly like the sound a lightbulb makes when it burns out. Like "suuuurgePOP!" And then black.

All the warning signs were there. It wasn't eating, violent mood swings, becoming more and more withdrawn from me, even from its friends. I just assumed it was pregnant.

Let this be a lesson to all you monitor owners out there.

So how is Pops writing this if the monitor is busted? Touch-typing, baby.

No seriously, I have a laptop. Mrs. Pops has a very nice job.

So no fancy video games for Pops as the laptop can't quite handle the same load. This leaves me at the mercy of you, my legion of faithful reader(s).

Which brings me to thing #2: I have failed utterly. And I have no one to blame but myself.

See, in the course of my investigation into blogs and blogger culture, I was snooping through other people's similarly ignored blogs when I came across one called JennaTheGreat. Being a fan of both arrogance and irony, I decided to check it out. Most of the ones with promising names that I'd checked out turned out to be transvestite porn. I swear to God, I had no idea. It's just freakin' everywhere, apparently.

Anyway, this Jenna person writes on her blog a post about how only some guy called Erick (that's how she spelled it, people... talk to his parents if you must) read her blog. So I, being myself, replied "Yes, only Erick reads this" and went on my merry way, thinking nothing of it.

Well, funny story: turns out it leaves your NAME when you post. Somehow this resourceful little minx tracked me down and READ MY BLOG. Not only that, she POSTED SOMETHING.

It's like being stabbed in the heart with an icicle. The worst part is, now I have to think of a WHOLE 'NOTHER REASON for the existence of this blog. Mission statements suck.

But as I said, I have no one to blame but myself.

And I would post a link to Jenna's blog, but I have no idea how to post links, nor do I know how to find it again. Sorry.


This post on the Narcissus Scale: 7.5


Pops
- posted by Pops @ 10:22 PM