On hiatus again
Tuesday, September 28th, 2004Due to hurricane related internet outage. All is well. Wish me luck.
Archive for September, 2004
Ghetto Superstar
Saturday, September 11th, 2004I spent last weekend in New York, with my most ass-kicking of friends. Although, as usual, I was about as popular with the ladies as a heaping bowl of cancer (not really anyone’s fault, I mean it’s hard to get all romantical when you’re engaged in an involved discussion over the relative merits of the Silver Surfer and The Mighty Thor, and whether Dick Cheney could beat up a bear, by the way, does anyone remember what I was talking about before I opened these parentheses, ah yes), I still managed to have a good time.
Amazingly enough, though, one of the people I met was a no-shit fan of the site who I had never met. To be fair, he was a friend of a friend, which is how he knew about it, but it was utterly awesome when he asked me if I was “Beer Burgers.” He also mentioned going through the archives, which warmed the cockles of my heart, because I love the idea of somebody reading all these entries the way I read all of Seanbaby back in the day.
Anyway, it appears that more than three of you are reading this, which raises an important question - now that I am in INTERNET PRESENCE, what can I get out of it? Should I sell banner ad space? Add a forum and charge people to register, or just throw up a desperate paypal button that no one ever clicks on ever?
Or perhaps I am beyond such plebian concerns. Perhaps I have legions of silent, fanatical fans, desperate to carry out my every whim. Maybe it’s time to finally put a down payment on that volcano shaped like my head I’ve had my eye on. All I need are a few motivated henchmen, maybe an eight foot tall guy with metal teeth, or a silent, manically grinning robot hillbilly. I’ve always wanted to be a supervillain, and it’s not like I don’t have the cape.
So hey, if you’re out there, and you’re reading the site, and I don’t know you, do me a favor and drop me a comment or two. Let me know what you like. Let me know what you don’t like. Tell me to update more. Offer me money. Or, you know. . . don’t. I realize that I could probably cause the same thing by writing a really thought-provoking entry, but that’s hard and I’m not feeling very S-M-R-T right now.