Brain Fertilizer

Hey,

No pity parites allowed! I might not always comment but I stop by.

Don't let it bother you. This is my way of letting off steam that Arianna Huffington still doesn't think I'm worthy of her blogroll.

...or Jane Galt, or Glenn Reynolds.

Oliver Willis hasn't even ever called me a racist! How can I consider myself successful/meaningful without a racist charge from O-dub?

Would it help if I found some popular blogs in which to post mean things about you? :)

Probably not. That's no reason to not try, though. [grin]

nah, this is just my ego refusing to remain in check. I've found exposing it sunlight helps reduce its strength and virulence.

Sometimes I think I'm shorter than I really am.

And I've been catching myself thinking that I'm 35 when I'm actually only 34.

The mind is tricky that way...

Sometimes I think.

Usually I just lie down until it goes away.

I know. Know of those people even know I'm alive. Now how depressing is that? I know. Will all start to write on the popular blogs stuff like: yeah, but you should see what So and So has to say about it!

It loses some effect if you're doing it to make me feel good. [grin]

I do know I still have the bestest readers. Maybe not as many as Instapundit, et al, but I don't have their jerks and trolls. You guys are all great, and I should appreciate it more.

But the egotistic maniac side of my blogging motivation gets restless at times.