This old song from The Kingston Trio really gets you thinking, doesn’t it? Never mind that peace and war stuff, though. What I want to know is this:
Where have all the readers gone?
There are tumbling tumbleweeds rolling through this blog.
I don’t think I’m alone in this. I’ve heard the same complaint from other bloggers; talented people like Jules, Byronic and Angie. That makes me feel a little better, but it doesn’t make it right. We don’t deserve to be ignored like this. After all…
You heard Donna. Except that we work hard for the NO money. No dinero. No greenbacks. No payola, smackola or Motorola.
I think I’ve pinpointed the problem: it’s summer time. Everybody has abandoned his or her computer for summer fun. Big mistake, and I’ll tell you why. If you’re…
- Frolicking on the beach: Sharks will come within 2 feet of shore to get some tasty swimmer tartar. Even in Minnesota.
- Enjoying nature: I just did a post exposing the dangers lurking in nature. You’d be better off flipping through old National Geographics so you won’t end up as dinner for a 12-foot Burmese python.
- Soaking up some sun: Everybody knows about the cancer angle, but that’s not the worst that can happen. When you see what a lifetime of sun has done to the chest of a woman over 50, well, it isn’t pretty. Pale looks good on you.
- Going to the Olympics: I’ve got one word for you: parking. Do yourself a favor. Stay home and watch it on TV where you can get a soda for less than $10 and go to the bathroom anytime you want.
- Traveling: Broadening your horizons is great and all, but think about this; whenever you go somewhere else, they do things differently than at home. You’ll be all, “Yuck – they expect me to eat black pudding for breakfast? I don’t even know what’s IN that.” or “How come I can’t get Jersey Shore on the TV here? How will I find out if JWoww discovers the cure for cancer?”
- Spending time with family: Let’s face it; that’s not going to end well. You know what I’m talking about.
Bloggers are like Tinkerbell. (Like the original, animated Disney Tinkerbell, not the new animated one who’s more sex-kittenish, and not Julia Roberts in “Hook”. I didn’t get her in that role at all.) If you don’t believe in us, we fade away. Our wings turn to dust and we end up lying on the floor of our tiny, golden WordPress cages, barely breathing.
I realize those of you who have stopped reading are, by definition, not reading this. So yeah, I’m kind of preaching to the choir.
But if everyone within the sound of my voice will just stand up and clap their hands. That’s right, stand up! Clap and yell, “I believe, Peg-o-Leg! I believe in the power of blogging!” then we’ll spring up, flutter our wings and sprinkle fairy dust all over your life!
If you’re sitting in a coffee shop right now, better wait until you get home for the Tinkerbell affirmation. Those places are a little sensitive about this sort of thing because of all the nut cases that wander in off the streets, muttering to themselves and wanting to use their bathroom as an escape pod to their mother-ship. Wouldn’t want you to get tossed out on the sidewalk just when we’re sharing a moment.