How quickly a blog's reputation can go to seed.
I'd put up some old published college short stories and poems, and for two days anyway, hardly anyone seemed to raise a yawn.
Panic. I am getting no hits. Now is the time to nudge old friends, re-court some women bloggers, hunt up my professional friends who in the past had submitted razor-sharp and insightful bits.
But there was still nothing. Could it be that my uh, creative material had seriously sucked for the past forty years and people had been too kind to say it reminded them of Hoover or Juno vacuum cleaners".
"You suck," says the fan to the vacuum cleaner in a cartoon.
"Blow me," said the irritated fan.
And then along came Thomas.
He must have sensed my plight and sent me a link about a blogging pig in a comic book, the pig finally deciding that if he had no comments on his blog, he'd just give up and put his stuff on the fridge from now on.
Right on, Doubting Thomas.
I was about to type my blog on magnetized paper and plaster the stuff all over the fridge when the first trickle of real comments began to come in.
Now, from the smug standpoint of having gleaned an entire ten comments on that particular blog, "He whom the gods destroy they first call promising", I offer my own comic strip to Doubting Thomas. 'Fraid it's a little in bad taste, but then Thomas knows me. I picked up the strip which I am about to reproduce while sleeping in an alleyway outside a Newmarket bar. I had covered myself with two EYE magazines, and stuck for reading matter in the morning, found the cartoon, titled DRY SHAVE, the best thing in that sad gay-lib throwaway.
So, here is what Thomas sent me:
And here is what I'm putting up in answer to Doubting Thomas.
Sometimes the humerus is connected to the ulna. Heh.