| And a Cold Februrary it was.
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| Oh yes, I think it is high-time I post an update on this periodical we
so applicably titled, Xanga. "Why the long wait?", my impatient
followers ask. Fret not fellow vestigal idlers, for I have been
contemplating great works of literature and prose in my free time,
biding the seconds away with words of tender love and affection. "But
why break the streak of silence?", my unapparent oposistion states. The
same inquiry was running tracks through my mind like a teenage athlete,
ambitous yet insecure, and the answer I formulated in my hiatus was
this, "The Internet needs more pubescent teenagers to write up about
their teenage woes and pre-mature philosophies on life." Perhaps
puncuation is not one of my greater attributes but as the age-old
proverb goes: Good things come to those who wait." And my long list of
readers have waited long enough. I am currently getting a visitor rate
of 5 per month, a staggering increase from last years fiscal year,
which was an impresive 3 per month. At this rate I'll have to hire an
advertising team to keep this site interesting for all my fans. I could
quite possibly even catch a sponsorship in the sea of marketing, where
hungry profit sharks lurk, seeking to feast on the youth of consumer
America. But no, I will stay loyal to my many admirers. Much like
Oedipus in his works, I will continue to convey my emotions through
modern media, be it cassette or slab and scribe, although both former
and ladder can be seen as obsolete, I have prepared other means of
communication. If you would like me to continue my transmissions,
please visit more often, as your visits fuel my typing robot to whittle
away at these white keys, until he/she has produced blogs up to par
with today's critics and commentators. If you really enjoy, dare I say,
my work, leave a comment and I will reimburse your time spent typing
with a comment of my very own.
~Dang
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| It's going to be a Cold February.
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| Thank you very much for those who came out at midnight to see us Lion Dance at the temple.
And for those of you who didn't, thank you very little.
Just playing.
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| Turns out my 15 minutes of fame was literally 15 seconds.
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