Lately, I’ve been
laying low on the posting of articles or curios that express my somewhat unique
take on whatever catches my interest.
This isn’t due to me not caring anymore or plotting out my revenge to
any negative comment I’ve received on Though Catalog (did I mention I have
articles on Thought Catalog) or due to me watching every episode of
Eastbound and Down. The third part
is a little true, but only because it is a great show. No, I’ve hit a standstill because I have very
shitty internet service.
I’ve still got
ideas, but that fucking internet just won’t work. I have been slowed to a crawl and have been
left to ponder how the world is reacting to my dearth of postings. The images it conjures have not been
pretty. My original plan of using
Passenger Pigeons to send my thoughts to the internet was not as successful as
I hoped due to the fact that the Passenger Pigeon has been extinct for around a
hundred years. For this plan to work
only a Passenger Pigeon would have sufficed.
Using any other creature would have been plain foolish.
In my absence
from the blogosphere, I have been laying low, curled up in a corner waiting for
the day I can unleash my ramblings to a fluctuating public. During my absence from recording my every
thought, I have been rewarded through enjoyment of the brisk fall air. That has been quite an invigorating reward
indeed. I enjoy the spoils of the
material world, rather than the spoils of the virtual plane. There is true beauty in enjoying this fall
season.
In reality
though, I just wished my computer would connect to the wireless. How can I check to see what fake jobs have
been offered to me of late if the wireless isn’t working? Checking email on a phone is barbaric; I am a
civilized man. Those empty bars with the
red x just haunt me. Disconnect from a
system is never easy, and this case is no different. Every missed post is a wasted opportunity to
check my daily views count and bask in the satisfaction that it is more than
zero. Every new country to view my work
adds another undeserved layer to my already huge ego. I cannot bear the fact that my new thoughts
and rambling are not being recorded for my massive, intelligent, attractive,
and sage followers.
In conclusion, it
may be light postings for the next week, but I’ll try my best to get it out to
you guys. So keep reading and sharing!
Love,
The Author
p.s - I have no idea why the first line in each paragraph is not indented. It looks weird. Sorry about that.
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