Tuesday, August 29, 2017
"If I may be completely serious, for just a moment..."
Today I wanted to get a few things off my chest in regards to this blog.
You know, every so often, I'll set back and look at the stats to this blog, looking over the numbers of visitors and then compare them to the number of direct followers I have here, and not just the number of people in my Google+ circle.
For those keeping score at home, I have exactly 24 Google+ followers to only 9 direct followers of this blog.
Yeah, that low.
Doesn't make sense either as you'd think the people in my circle would either choose to follow this blog or at the very least recommend it.
But no, they don't.
Then there's the 9 followers I have. I guess I should be thankful I even have that amount considering there's hardly any feedback, good or bad, on most of my posts barring the occasional ones by long-time friends and follow bloggers....all two of them, since most of the people that I, for what seems like a lifetime ago, used to interact with on a regular basis (many of which are still listed as this blog's followers) have seemingly lost interest in blogging and are doing other things, or had to quit due to work.
I get that. Life happens while you're busy making plans, and all that, but still, I miss them.
You may know them as RandomNerd/Vanslammy, Omega Agent1, LJ Panther, Dan from Itsadansworld.com and the King of Thessaly, of which still has an active Twitter account, but chooses not to talk to me either anymore. Don't know why, as we've never had any problems that I was aware of. But whatever.
Used to use have a regular commenter and friend, Karl S. Disley on here, or whatever he calls himself these days, since I discovered last year that wasn't his real name and he was using a family relative's picture as his own. Yeah real creepy right?
I won't bore you with the details, but he turned out tot be a real creepy fuck who didn't have any problems talking shit to me through e-mails, claiming he had conversations with my now dead father about me, and threatening my ex (who I was still friends with at the time) by saying he'd distribute pictures of her young barely one year-old daughter to all the pedophile sites and chat rooms he knew of.
Yeah, real nice guy that one.
So yeah, I miss the old gang, even though Googum and Shlomo still comment on here from time to time. Still not the same, but nothing ever is in life.
Anyhoo, getting back to the hard data for this site, here's some numbers for any of you still reading at this point:
I made peace with that to an extant, and just figured regardless, that I was doing this and continuing to do this primarily as an outlet for my creativity and a means to mostly entertain myself.
But an honest to Harmabe audience would be nice though. You know, so I can gauge just how funny or unfunny my skits are, and whether or not certain areas need to be improved upon or not.
I mean, I don't know if you guys have noticed or not, but I'm allowing myself to be more raunchier and dirtier, as far as the humor goes. I mean haven't we all wondered what over favorite superheroes or villains do when they're not on? A guy like the Penguin or Hobgoblin has certain sexual needs like the rest of us, so do they also have to deal with sexually unsatisfying relationships or have to pay for sex? Don't like to drink and get drunk like the rest of us? Aren't there plenty of occasions and opportunities where they act just as dysfunctional as the rest of us, if not more so?
That's what interests me, and what I've tried to get across in my skits lately.
That and add a Mad/Cracked magazine approach/view on those same beloved and hated comic characters.
I believe I'm getting better, or at least I think I am, but there's no regular feedback. I even pimp and advertise this blog on Twitter and still nothing. So I'm left feeling like this is all happening in a vacuum, away from the rest of the world. Maybe it is. Maybe Blogger's not the platform I should be using anymore.
Kind of feels that way sometimes.
I mean shit, LiveJournal used to be a thing, and now it's long since been abandoned as blog-like website. And look at all those other social media sites and apps Blogger has to compete with on a daily basis. Speaking of, how much of a raw deal are people getting from Photobucket these days?
Fuck, no more free storage for you son, you have to pay for that now, or else risk losing all your photos in what amounts to nothing more than a high-priced ransom scheme. Fuck that I say, let 'em keep whatever you don't save directly to your own personal computer.
All this to say, enjoy me while you still have me folks.
I can do the same thing on Facebook if I want (even though I tire of that place due to the ultra-strict rules and restrictions they so Orwellianly enforce) Or maybe WordPress.....That's another Blogger alternative, even though Blogger.com is touted as being "Google's most popular blogging tool."
Maybe so, but you couldn't tell that from viewing the numbers on this blog.
I know, I know, it sounds like I'm whining and complaining, going on like some butt-hurt egomaniac with delusions of grandeur.
But I'm not. I'm just trying to matter.
I figure once I'm finally done with this thing, I'll at least still leave it up, so it can be re-discovered later on and hopefully enjoyed in its entirety more then than now. We'll see.
But until then, I'm going to keep on keeping on, and continue to challenge and entertain myself.
Like actor Terry Crews said in the Adam Sandler remake of the movie The Longest Yard, "It ain't easy being cheesy."
Well said Terry, well said.
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