The bells and whistles are pissing me off. Always with the bells and whistles. So I can’t arrange categories or the order in which links are listed. I don’t know what is a widget. I thought that was something they invented to put Guinness in a can. I’m probably going to get crazy amounts of spam for penis enlargement therapies that I can’t control. Considering how much of that is out there, there must be a market. What is wrong with people? Find someone who fits you and move on people… My tagline appears and disappears. I don’t know what that’s about. Where is my effing tagline! Where are the evil gnomes who stole my Mayakovsky?
Do you want to know why started a blog? The European Tribune is lovely. The membership there is brilliant, the great minds of my generation, some of them dear friends. And there is a the plus of a built-in audience. A fan base, even. Ah, the fans… will they follow me here? Such a risk! I was in this relationship with a boy for 7 years. He seemed quite nice, we had some good times, and in the end I think he’s probably a decent person. But we really stunted each other’s growth. We stayed in that relationship for a good 3 years too long when neither of us were very happy. Because it was easy. The path of least resistance. Safe. The devil you know. I thought, without him, I would be all alone. Sounds melodramatic, right?, but I’m like an orphan, so it was a valid fear. Turns out, he is 1 person and there are something like 6 billion people. What I mean to say is, I do hope they come to visit, the fans. I could visit them too. It could be romantic, like a Merchant & Ivory film. But if they don’t, there are like 6 billion people. I have high hopes. My goal is to get Stephen Cohen to read my blog… and make him laugh. Can you see him laughing? I can’t. Perhaps it is too tall an order. Another goal is to get that fellow running Russia to read and fall crazy in love with me. Another goal is to create a place I can write write write and the words I write will change the world. That last goal is like my safety school. Which brings me to the downside. Writing for a community blog doesn’t get you blog-rolled. And you have to follow other people’s rules. And you have to yell at real gnomes who have real feelings when stuff doesn’t work. And, well, “L’enfer, c’est les autres,” as they say.
Wish me luck.