The above title is true.
My website is becoming less of a blog with each passing day.
My posts are long, they are usually quite focussed and I publish them sporadically. I rarely mention what I’ve had for lunch. I rarely even eat lunch.
This has ceased to be a blog.
I don’t even feel like a blogger any more.
So what the hell am I?
Good question.
“I’m the hippy you all adore, because I am a total media whore!” seems a bit tired these days. I’m no longer “shroomtastic” and haven’t been since they banned my beloved fresh magic mushrooms around 2 years ago. The fuckers!
I’m still “a messiah for the new millennium”, only the millennium’s not that new now. I still am though, and I can prove it too. Look up at the very top of your browser.
I’ve never been completely sure of whatever it is I do here anyway, so I don’t know why I’m having this sudden crisis of internet identity.
Part of it is there are a lot more of you around these days. My audience has continued to steadily grow and I have to say I’m quite impressed with the number of you out there using RSS readers to keep up with me.
There’s a downside to knowing that so many of you are grabbing the myriad of hippy feeds on offer: I feel like every time you hit your refresh button, there should be some fresh hippy goodness there for you to enjoy and that’s putting pressure on me.
I don’t like pressure.
Well, that’s not strictly true, but this site is supposed to be about me having fun. More even, than you, when you read it.
A lot more, probably.
Here, let me share of my kind of fun:
Ring up an old friend, someone you like, that you haven’t spoken to in ages. After the prerequisite pleasantries are completed, try this for an conversational gambit.
You: “Sorry I haven’t been in touch for a while, but I’ve had a bit of trouble. Look, I really hate to ask you this, but I don’t know where else to turn. It’s just, well, I need to borrow some money. Actually, a lot of money.”
Them: Ummm, ahhhh, ummm…
You: ”Oh come on, I’m joking. No, the real reason I’m phoning is I want to invite you to the premiere of my first feature film.”
Them: “Wow, really, your first feature film? That’s amazing!”
You: “Sorry, no, this time I really am joking.
No, the real reason I’ve called is that I was wondering if you would mind taking a tissue-type test for me. You see, I need someone who matches my very rare tissue-type to donate a kidney for me.”
Them: Click
Now, if that ain’t fun, I don’t know what is!
I’m available for parties, bar mitzvahs and funerals and if you can combine all three into one event, I might even be able to do you a bit of a discount.
So here’s the bottom line: I’m just going to keep doing whatever it is I do here, when I want, how I want.
As they say, you might as well “please yourself”.
I usually do (and I lie about it when I don’t!).
