It's been three weeks since I started a long-needed break from this blog. I didn't really mean for it to last this long, but I kept stretching the break because of an early insight: The best thing about blogging is that it feels so good to quit.
I won't apologize for the break but will explain it a bit:
1. With two college classes to teach, and tutoring and the endless Outpost slog, something just had to give. So long, blog.
2. My foot has been hurting for a couple of months now. Presumably the gout, but still not officially diagnosed. I keep telling myself that it's my foot that hurts, not my brain, but it's remarkable how a little pain in the lower extremities goes straight to the head. No energy, no enthusiasm, just a ration of self-pity and suffering. Besides, I used to console myself during these attacks by thinking that at least I'm not one of those people you see limping around permanently (amazing how many there are, once you start to notice). Now after gimping around for two months, that consolation is pretty much gone.
3. We're getting serious about this newspaper business. We're just finishing the most profitable first quarter in Outpost history. It's about time. The future may be on the web, but the present is very much in print. We've got to stick to our knitting, dance with the one who brung us, and stop fouling our own nest (or a cliche to that effect).
4. Nothing to say. Zippo. I never was one for small talk, and blogging increasingly seems like the smallest talk of which humans are capable. One less voice makes the blogging world a better place.
5. Don Mellon.
I still think blogging makes sense as a long-term business strategy for a weekly newspaper like ours. But I'm sick of long-term thinking. I just want to make a couple of bucks and head for the house at a decent hour. Before long, it will be too late.
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Gee, David, I think I am seeing some links here. You have your most profitable 1st quarter and you have gout. I believe that affliction has been called "the rich man's disease." Head back to the poor house and your symptoms may subside. Heck, you might even have time to blog.
Vince, Unfortunately, I had it when I was poor, too. Actually, I'm still poor; I just see a bit of daylight now.
I blog because I have excess psychic energy. But I'll be damned if I can understand why anyone thinks blogging really matters. It's wonks bashing wonks with a goodly smattering of imbeciles. It's cyber-talk radio
Don't sweat it David. Some get on my case because I blog infrequently and haven't put up any posts of great consequense lately. Quite frankly, I do it for me, not them. I do it when I feel like it too. If someone needs a daily fix, there are plenty of sites to visit. Don't feel obligated to anyone. Do it if and when you want to. It isn't going to eat up a large part of their day to hit your link in their favorites to see if you wrote something new. If it bothers someone much, they need to get a life.
My thanks to 5. Don Mellon for helping shut down this weenie liberal blog.
Three Deuces, You are a pathetic creep. I would tell you to go crawl back under the rock you came from, but that would be unfair to the other rock-dwelling creatures.
Actually David, a better insult for tres doses (perhaps another alias for someone with the initals DM?) would be this: I'd inslult your intelligence -- if I thought you had any.
And by the way, I'll be in Billings next month -- and I intend to pick up a copy of the Outpost.
Kirk Dooley, Mesa AZ
Thanks, Kirk. I've been waiting to use this one: I would tell you to go to hell, but that would be unfair to the damned.
David: I felt like quitting blogging too when I discovered Monica was a lesbian.
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