What I know about blogging can be scratched on the head of a pin with a dull butter-knife. Oh I know how to post, add pictures and videos and such. But to get people to read this crap? Clueless. About a year ago I started this exercise in futility to try and find a way to make an additional income stream out of ranting. It ain’t gonna happen, this much is clear. It takes more than good writing, I have discovered and I am not willing to do much more than write. So long and short I am going to reduce the output here and concentrate on more lucrative avenues. These will still involve writing but won’t involve all the nuts and bolts this takes.
I will still update this in some form or another daily, that’s a given. I am taking the juiced section and will begin to do a little more with that. I will probably still write a review. But the daily Rant (rant d’jour) is history. Buh bye. Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.
In a way this whole exercise, except for a brief shining moment when the petite lap giraffe catapulted my numbers, has been like the old advertising joke. You know what doing a good job and not advertising is like? Pissing your pants in the dark. It give you a warm feeling but no one knows but you.
Sorry, both of you. Commerce beckons and in this economy (how SICK are we of hearing that phrase?) I have to answer the call.
Still here. Muted somewhat.