I never

write about

myself.

because that’s just not the way I am.

How is it that other people can make enormous, and long-lasting, popular blogs and all they do is write about themselves and what they’re doing at that moment? are you listening, blog of the week?

there’s not a future (in popularity anyway) just writing about current events or serious scientific advances. Or even writing about unusual occurrences. I’ve done all those things and they don’t even generate any comments.

I think people like my writing but it doesn’t push their buttons. You know, the outrage, envy, humiliation, titillation buttons.

Unless someone objects, I’m just going to write about myself. Because no-one cares what I think, only about what happens to me.

Well, I’m consumed by two issues at the moment: my health/illness, and my wife betrayed me so I had to move out and not tell her where I’ve moved to. True story.

I’ll discuss those issues later in more detail. Prepare to be humiliated, titillated, and outraged, possibly grossed out. One advantage of this approach is that it is not political, thus unlikely to provoke the interest of the current administration.

Also, I think I’m dying, or at least beginning to die. Fortunately, I still wake up in the morning. This morning WAS a bit of a struggle. I’ve lost more weight — 1.6 lb. in the last week.

That’s enough to titillate you. heheh. Stay tuned. Unless you comment, I’m going to go on ranting like this without interruption.