I’ve Lost That Blogging Feeling

I’ve been pretty lax in my blog work as of late.  Hell, I have pretty much been phoning it in for the last few months.  In case you haven’t noticed, Liz has been out blogging me, and that is pretty hard for her to do.  At least one of her 25 cats is usually sleeping on top of her computer key board, and she hates to disrupt their peaceful slumber.

I’ve noticed that this is not a problem that is restricted to me.  Several of my old faithful blog compatriots have been slacking off and going at it half heartedly.  I have even noticed a lack of effort in my spam comments.  I used to get hundreds a week full of valid attempts to fool my spam blocking programs.  Misspelled words, exclamation points, and my all time favorite, “Wow this is an awesome blog!  Speaking of awesome, wouldn’t a larger penis be awesome?  Check out this amazing website.”

Now they don’t seem to really care about my penis size anymore.  I only get about 50 a week and they are worded, “small penis?  read this.” Even a mediocre spam blocker, or even Windows Vista, could tell that is bad and block it. 

I have no idea what can be done to boost my blogginess.  I have been really busy working for money and working for the prospect of money.  Unfortunately, the prospective money is much more time consuming, and much less rewarding.  I am thinking of taking all my financial worth and going to Vegas, finding the nearest craps table and putting it all on one roll of snake eyes.  That would at least be more efficient and have immediate results.  It’s the waiting the kills me.

I hesitate to put myself in a slump, but rather view it as an incline that is causing a temporary slow down.  The beer isn’t as tasty right now, the Gold Bond hasn’t been as tingly on my testicles, and I have been too busy to go to Liz’s house and fart on her newly upholstered chairs.  Those are my usual spirit lifting, “glad to be alive” moments, and they are not working.  What is a simple man to do when the simple things are no longer simple?

Don’t cry for me Argentina. 

I’ll be back soon enough, and when I do...I’m doubling up on the nut powder, grabbing a six pack of beer, two burritos and heading over to Liz’s house.  Because if you can’t share your happiness with the ones you love, what is the point in being happy?

•   Comments(8)    Posted by killer on 06/03 at 07:11 PM
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