So of course I would like this blog to succeed. Hell, I want it to go viral like the Black Death did. I want it to get hit like Normandy got hit by the Allies. I want to be big, like I was before I started eating better and getting a little exercise, but in a good way.
But to beat the odds, I need to beat this soulless contraption in front of me. This box that somehow connects with the entire world while sitting quietly on top of this desk.
To achieve anything, I need feedback… And that, I’m afraid, is where you come in. It has to be a team effort. I realize that I am asking quite a sacrifice from you. I understand that what I am asking requires you to sit in front of your magic box, (or a smart phone at your local Starbucks) and read words, and look at pictures and perhaps even to remember things!
I feel you pulling away…But wait, I plead, think of the possible rewards for putting your precious minutes to use in this fashion… OK, there really aren’t any, unless you count laughter, and you really should count laughter. And making a friend happy…
This rectangular window into my soul is going to be a multi-media adventure. As my life scrolls upward before you, I will use this computer, this binary beast of cold logic, to graffiti the walls of the universe with one narrow stripe of my essence. A ticker-tape message going out to a cold, inhospitable, lonely future. A flickering movie reel projecting my art into a vast, dark space, where the screen is beyond my sight and the audience, if there is one, is beyond my reach.
In short, I have no way to gauge your enthusiasm for this project. I can only assume it is far below mine, and I can accept that. No one was clambering for me to do this project, as far as I know. My one glimmer of light in this dismal, dim forest of uncertainty comes, ironically, from the screen of the computer, as we glare at each other in mutual frustration. And there in the gloom is the small button called ‘site stats’. So far, 69 people have found this site. This must be an omen. Or else I have already been here 69 times to look at the site stats…oh, Lord, I hope that isn’t what that means…
So as I wrestle with my digital demons and attempt to exercise my inner turmoil, please, oh please, make comments or give suggestions. Tell your friends to check out the blog. I may never get a million hits, but each hit is a step to somewhere. I may never get to be a published writer, or a rock star, or have any of my art hung in the Louvre, but if anybody sticks with me and reads my story as it hoists its way into the heavens, I will still consider it a victory.
Thank you, one and all…
Pouring My Art Out 
I am in love with this piece. I want this piece to hang in the Louvre. I want this piece to go on a worldwide tour with a stop in Phoenix (or Scottsdale. Whatever.) so I can see it up close.
That did not help you in your time travels AT ALL. Let me just say that there are sharks AND pteradactyls AND a bloody man smack dab in the middle. It’s faragin BRILLIANT.
Are you replying to your own replies? You are going to fit in so well here… that is how half the comments on our record-breaking post got done.
I do reply to my own replies. I talk to myself in real life, too. I enjoy my own conversation that much.
Myself is my favorite person to talk to… I get me…
Exactly.
well, yeah
but if we keep doing clever back and forth on ever comment thread, you are never going to read more old posts…
I know. My whole system has been derailed by witty repertoire. I figure it’s going to take me a while to read your whole blog, anyway, so we might as well have fun along the way.
Aaand apparently I need to go unclog a toilet. Merde.
now you are going to talk about poop in French? You are so classy.
I am an omniglot potty mouth.
If you read the comments on many of my posts you will find you are not alone in this.
Can you arrange that?
I promise I will do everything in my power to make that happen.
you go, girl
I go. You go. We all go on.
I am going right now… ha!
Okay get off your knees, I hate beggars with
attitude 😦 lmao I like your artistic flair though 🙂
I have no shame gene…
You know what sailor? It’s kind of cute when you beg!
All of my comments on your old posts are not showing up now. Are you getting them?
I have not gotten any recently…. I will check my spam folder darlin!
I am canned lunch meat… sigh… sniffle…
OMG! You were in the SPAM folder!!! I un-spammed you, baby!
I am on everybody’s spam list all of a sudden. I feel like chunks of fat and gristle, and not in a good way…
WordPress keeps spamming you! I don’t know why, either!?!
Someone should get canned… (get it?)
Dear pmao,
You started whining early. I should have expected it.
Love Dotty xxx
Whine early and whine often… I think Winston Churchill said that…
he also said – run me a bath; it’s time for a meeting
He had some very clever jokes, but they are long ones.