So, talk to me, world…

If I start using this space more regularly to discuss how I feel about the issues facing humanity, rather than just giving you a once-every-few-months update on my mental health, would you give a rat’s ass?

By “give a rat’s ass”, I mean “read what I write, participate in the discussions, and even throw a few much-needed bucks in the donation jar from time to time so I can buy suppositories, Zagnut bars and a few Archie comics when I’m gettin’ low”.

My corner of the world, at least the part of it that I’m aware of, and even the part of it that thinks I’m completely full of shit, seems to think there’s a market for this sort of high-octane, bully pulpit kinda business. I’m not entirely convinced that I’d bang some serious Nielsens or Alexas (come to think of it, I’ve never banged anyone named Alexa; any volunteers?), but what the fuck else am I doing besides playing iPad solitaire, rummaging through old pieces of paper that I’ve hoarded for decades in search of My Story, and yelling at people on Facebook for spitting in the face of reason? I might as well at least move that back to the home office and stop making Zuckerberg so much goddamn money.

So, are you in?

4 Responses to “So, talk to me, world…”

  1. dayf Says:

    If you tweet it, I’ll reet it.

    Um, read. That sounded better in my head.

  2. Scott Crawford Says:

    dayf, it’s set up, at least until it breaks again, so that it will be twooted and farcebooked automagically.

  3. melissa Says:

    where’s the like button?

  4. Scott Crawford Says:

    In mah pants.

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