I was getting ready to wrap up the blog -- shut it down, charged and convicted of irrelevance -- when I thought better of it.
I rarely post any more, and it's generally to blurt out an inanity that would otherwise go unblurted.
I don't comment on politics -- too predictable. I would inevitably excoriate some dirtbag politician, and a comment or two would then criticize me for not excoriating some other dirtbag who had supposedly committed some worse offense. Inevitably, a comment would try to explain to me why the paragons of one party weren't as putrid as the pariahs of the other. Done to death.
Music comments -- well, my campaign to demonstrate that it's all a matter of taste, and then to comment on what I find tasty, is met with indifference, and then a quick comment that "well, of course it's all just taste, but [fill in the blank] is obviously objectively tasty. . . ." Done to death.
Same with photos of stray men and women.
Done to death.
Then I realized that eating Baked Lays and masturbating had also been done to death, at least by me. And yet they were still enjoyable leisure activities that cry out to be done in public.
So I'll continue to beat off here, with ketchup.
Or do you spell it catsup?
And does anyone here prefer Miracle Whip to mayonnaise?
Mouth of the Mule: Blurting out inanities -- one inanity at a time, since 2005.™