whiney

You know your blog is dying when Alan goes, "Hey, good to see a couple people commenting on your blog." Alan was politely hinting that maybe it was time to hang it up. I imagine those who love Trot Nixon are saying pretty much the same thing to him right about now. "Hey Trot. Good to see you hit the ball out of the infield yesterday - on the fly - solid." (Aside: Christopher Trotman Nixon - ha.) It's not an intentional rip; the effort is seen and appreciated and those who care try to find the good. It might not even be accurate, but at some point you're looking for ANY sign of life.

Which brings me to the blog. I started this thing as an exercise in casual writing, something I've done my whole life. I didn't pimp the blog out to people, very few knew of its existence, but over time (and the occasional friend I told) people found it. As time goes on, I am losing blog friends at a far greater rate than I'm gaining new ones. That's ok too.

What is the point of this post? That is a good question. I started writing it this morning and now it makes little sense and I forgot how I was going to tie it in to some cool stuff. At any rate, there are way too many words to simply throw away. Bottom line: You are stingy typers. Despite that, the blog goes on - much like the desert tumbleweed.