Well that was a short retirement.
What brought me back so quickly?
Was it the early dinners? Hell no. I love to eat at four p.m.
Was it the retiree fashions? Absolutely not. I walk around with my pants pulled up to my chin most of the time anyway.
It was you. My 3.5 readers.
You guys probably thought yesterday’s big announcement was an April Fool’s Day prank.
Had I wanted to make an April Fools Day joke I would have just announced that I’m pregnant, or gay, or gay and pregnant like every other mouth breathing nincompoop on my Facebook feed.
Nope. I was for real. I was calling it quits and taking myself out of the blogging game. It’s becoming too much of a rat race. All wheel and no cheese.
Plus, there’s a guy with a new blog in which he claims to be the caretaker of a magic musical CD carrying case, who fights vampires and chupacabras, and is best friends with a troll. Did I mention he is trying to become a writer in order to stave off an invasion from underground mole people?
Who can compete with that shit? Derivative much?
But my hits yesterday were much higher than usual. 104 visitors to be exact. While I come close often, I rarely break the 100 barrier so color me excited.
Write your heart out on a zombie cowboy novel? People shrug their shoulders. Whip out a few top ten lists about wacky girlfriends and people set their mouses (mice?) on fire with the clicketty clicks.
Fear not. The Zombie Western shall continue. But you’ve now also encouraged me to write more wacky girlfriend top ten lists so tell me, what else are you dudes worried that your girlfriend might be?
- A pirate
- An alien
- A ninja
- Mother of God. Your girlfriend could be a pirate alien ninja.
Ladies, get in the act. Your boyfriend could also something awful…more so than he obviously is now.