Monday, February 7, 2011

If In Doubt, Start With A Great Analogy


In some respects, blogging is much like developing your penis with a sink plunger and two dozen thoroughbred mules: go crazy and you end up with a monster, go easy and the mules trample you to death, mocking your torpor.

When I began this blog, I envisaged a series of short features that would build over time into the cyber-uselessness equivalent of collectible football cards, possibly interspersed with the odd bit of fiction.

What I've ended up with is something quite different — an amorphous ladling of wibble-stuff over a cluster of interlinked vacuums.

And, less frequent postings to boot.

As I prepare for my forthcoming three-year bloggiversary, I'm determined to find the epicentre of this Abyss into which I find myself winking — the heart at the core of the frippery, the frippery that buoyantifies the heart — and since any such endeavour might resolve itself in the worst kind of navel gazing, I call upon all my stalwart followers, stalkers and smutbot mine regurgitators to chirp in with a vote for their favourite post so far in order that my more regular intended future offerings might rub ilk. My own picks should still be in the sidebar to your left, mostly chosen from popularity as evidenced by comment hits at the time. And I could be wrong.

Spring beckons, and with it come the seeds of renewal and opportunities for courageous mooning.*

* That has nothing to do with anything, btw — I just like the sound of it.

Meanwhile, whatever vile slurry your tastes and peccadilloes dredge forth, come back next week for the return of Protrudio and reportage from the cutting edge of sonic onslaught.

7 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

I'm rather fond of Sock Monkey and the socks but I wouldn't want you to restrict your posts only to interchanges with him.

Phoenix said...

Perhaps think existentially and consider the abyss between posts to be where your greatest effort shines. Or winks. Or plays like shadow puppets on the virtual wall.

Old Kitty said...

I vote for the parrot.

:-)
Take care
x

jjdebenedictis said...

I would actually like to see more of your fiction, at least in the form of mini-fiction.

Although, to be honest, I'm sometimes unclear on how much of your blog is purely fiction.

Whirlochre said...

Wonder Hog
That irritating simian needs no egging on.

Phoenix
Brushing my hair? Cooking tortillas? Training Geoff to do stunts?

Old Kitty
The parrot will return, have no fear.

JJ
I keep intending for there to be lots more fiction but it's all going into WIPs and shorts at the moment.

But — mini-fiction. Yes. What a good idea.

Mother (Re)produces. said...

Hmmm... I had always assumed that abyss was some sort of metaphor for your navel.

Perhaps a regular belly button lint report?

Actually, you're doing just fine. Keep doing it is all.

Whirlochre said...

Mother
You mean, like alinterview...?