Don’t worry… I am not giving up on that post. I love that post. But I am spending too much time doing posts about that post. We can still comment on that post. In fact, when I do posts about other things, you can go to that post to leave comments telling me how brilliant my new post is on that post. Don’t even comment on the new post. Go to that post and talk about the new post.
To be honest, that post has become sort of a monster. I haven’t been getting my chores done because of that post. I haven’t been practicing my music or submitting stories or writing new stories, or selling my books or getting an agent, all because of that post. I know I am not the only one who has become addicted to that post. People are commenting on that post when they are supposed to be working. People are giving up sleep for that post. One person almost burnt their house down because they forgot about the cookies in the oven whilst commenting on that post.
But that post will still be there. I will do posts about that post once a week or so, not so much to remind us about the post, because really, do any of us ever stop thinking about that post? And it is nice to do posts to get new people to visit that post. But do I really need to take time away from that post creating new posts everyday just to talk about that post? Even though some of the posts about that post were some darn clever posts.
Pouring My Art Out 
You’re filling up my inbox again!
they are all really short… I have to do it on valentine’s day
I feel a poem coming on. Lucy
from me or you?
from me
do it
Well, I wish someone would pay attention to the point of your quest. I’ve just spent a few weeks watching a guy who says he gets over 100k visitors a week and keeps growing. I think it’s because he’s a Rush Limbaugh lite kind of guy and all he seems to do is repeat controversial topics under the guise of new and ridiculous titles. Yet another blog based on constant sarcasm toward people and their beliefs. Why oh why?? Screw it – Art for president!! Maybe.
I already rule this and all universes… thanks mostly to low voter turnout… but I like your train of thought.
Late to the game, so I’ll make thus comment post hoc.
alrighty
You are definitely obsessed. Maybe we can find a therapist to work that post.
let’s look for one… on the comment post… ha
It may help us find a way to blame our parents for this obsession.
I can’t blame anybody but myself
That’s the only person to blame but therapist always have to find someone else to blame to make us feel better about ourselves.
I blame Dick Cheney!!!
LOL
I guess we should laugh at him
We can laugh as long as we don’t go hunting with him.
Ain’t that the truth
Stop whining already. We get it. It’s distracting for all of us
somebody woke up on the wrong side of the world this morning… I thought you were supposed to inspire us?
Well, my name isn’t Little Miss Sunshine is it now. I do have a bad day once in awhile. And, so were clear, I inspire people on. MY site, not yours ❤️
ooohhh… now that was a good answer, oh feisty Spamzilla
👊
spam… and ow
Spam!
spam
Promises, promises! We’ll see…
I know… but… I… well…
Well: deep subject. Hey you’re posting with variety already!
I do try
Admit it, Art, you don’t really do “regular posts” anyway 🙂
oh… right… but I do other weird stuff, don’t I???
Exactly. But not what I would call “regular”
I have never been regular… that reminds me… be right back
GOAL POST!!!
post season game
Post Traumatic Stress. Postpartum Posterior. HA!
sorry, we beat you to all three of those…
No just add a link to that post in each of your new different subject posts…
That seems a little tacky
as opposed to?
good point
😉
sup
In academic speak, I think they call this postpostism.
In baby birthing they call this postpartum depression
In medical school, they call this the posterior of your advertising attempts.
I might go postal
Raisin Bran might help.
Is that made by Post?
Yep.
you are smarter and faster than me…
I am smarter and faster than Dick Cheney.
fight!
Because of our superior ethics, I think you should fight him instead. It’s only fair that he face someone his own age. 🙂
ouch… but I am huge… it would look like bullying… which is his gig, not mine… so you should do it… you know… someone who isn’t built normal size… HA!
Um…
You admitted to not being built normal size…
This should be the normal size.
It’s post-ception!
post-lude
You might have post traumatic stress
I might have Post cereal… for breakfast
Post- op
fence post
going postal
I did that already
oh well then post it!
sigh
lamp post.
postern