May 22, 2007

Death of a blog

So it appears that my blog here is taking its last gasps for air, and all that's coming out is a yawn. I tried so many times to post various things, but in the end, nothing got through, so here I am weeping for my dear old blog, just as it's about to reach its 300th post, I believe. Maybe it's 200, but who's keeping track? But for now the rewards are far outweighed by my own fat ass, and my own heavy thoughts on the fact that I'm not entirely sure that anyone even checks this anymore. So it's not as much a death, but the slow decay of a corpse long after the kill and even after the vultures have had their fill. So it goes.

So I don't know how to leave this blog alone. It's like the awkwardness after a breakup. The damage has been done, and now you just want to get out of the persons presence without further fireworks. It's kinda like at the end of one of the Wayne's World movies when Wayne and Garth come on after the credits, sitting on the couch and they just say, "You're still here? Go home..." So that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna bolt out the door, and leave this be as it is now. Don't call me, I'll call you. Don't come back here anymore, there's nothing but hurt here.

So like all awkward situations, you need to end it off with something insightful, but totally irrelevant, making people think you're a dumbass, but not stupid. So, like Kurt Vonnegut said, "I urge you to notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"