Maybe I Just Need A BreakI'm sorry.
I am terrible at this stuff. Good writer. Bad manager. And perhaps a bit artistically volatile.
Truth is, I actually want to write a book. And actually, I've already written one--a self published magic effect based on Charles Dickens' Christmas Carol. If you're not a card shark, it won't interest you. And I think I'm sold out of them anyway.
I've also written some reasonably serious stuff in other forums, Like this and this. They know me not as comedian there, just a loquacious narcissistic extrovert-- the hallmarks of any clever chap with the ability to do literally anything with a deck of cards. Plus, I use big words.
So what's a guy to do that would like to get a book deal--hopefully doing something other than what I do on this blog. If anyone here has ever read Joe Queenan, or PJ O'Rourke for that matter— THAT—is what I'd like to do.
I'm just going to take this blog wherever I feel like it. I am no longer maintaining a single template. For Pete's sake if Steve at Hog On Ice can mix politics and cooking recipes(and he has quite a traffic load compared to mine), why can't I expand from this tiny, tinhorn template into which I've galvanized myself? Scrappleface will forvever rule the conservative satire heap, no matter what I do over here. And I happen to like Scott Ott. I'd just like make a juxtopositional midget out of him, in terms of traffic.
Anyway, I'm going for now to think about this whole mess. What's working for three hundred of you isn't working for the rest of the those I was hoping to rope in. I have no idea where it's going for now. I could post tomorrow. I could ignore the whole thing and start fly-fishing again.
I just don't know. I'm sure I'll be vociferating during the Roberts confirmations, anyway.