Yes, it has been a while since I last wrote about something, hasn’t it? So how’s this thing work again? Oh yeah, I remember now.
I write this small (or more likely) tall tale, one which no one else is able to identify with, whereby, I keep changing the direction of the story—something I use as a substitute for a plot twist whenever I work without a plot—which apparently, is all the time.
Then I try to infuse my narration with all kinds of humor—none of which ever passes for humor, but no one ever seems to care about that since after I finish spinning my yarn, it rarely manages to come together anyway.
But hey… I at least wrote another post!
Of course, that’s all that matters—unless you’re a WordPress employee and in charge of making sure none of my post ever make it to the “Discover” page—in which case you’ll be crawling out a window and onto a ledge where you’ll shortly be taking a leap.
“Automattic” (that’s the San Francisco office of WordPress), recently closed their doors. Seems their employees have been working from home so much lately that they don’t need an office anymore.
So unless they live in multi-story apartments, you’ll not likely see any of my posts on the WordPress “Discover” page anytime soon.
Nevertheless, I have had a few comments of late (too few to mention), saying just how much I am missed by my followers and that they hope I will write again soon. At the moment, I am conducting a thorough investigation to see if any of these wonderful folks are on my payroll, which should result in there getting a raise—just as soon as I establish a payroll.
However, if they don’t happen to be on my (non-existant) payroll—and seeing how much of what I write about here (well all of what I write about here) barely passes for little more than a ridiculous take on nothing of consequence—I can only assume these folks have an empty paper shredder in need of something to consume.
Therefore, I think perhaps my followers really do miss me.
Either that, or they have very hungry shredders and I may be the new provider of meals for their shredders come feeding time.