My navel recommends that you jes' consider the previous post as tonight's report. I mos' heartily concur. The utter lack of meanin'ful interaction hereon quickly wears down my desire to produce a steady flow of material. What gives? Is it really as I fear, does my stuff go right over the top of most other people's heads? Is my prose absolutely incomprehensible to the masses? Do my readers stand slack-jawed in their dumbfounded stares at monitor screens full of letters and words in which they find no meanin'? Sheesh, ain't my curse a killer? End of report.
Posted by Tiger at October 28, 2004 11:35 PM