Before I explain my mysterious disappearance, I would like to address an important issue here in the blogosphere, which I will represent as a small park with a cloudy little pond in the middle of it on a sunny day. Picture yourself sitting by the banks of the blogosphere's shallow waters, trying to follow the shadowed movements of the sunfish swimming in the shallows, and the sneaky kingfisher on the branch above you, waiting to dive and pluck one up. I'm not sure what the kingfisher represents. Or the fish. Maybe they're you; maybe they're not.
In the world of blogs, there is a hierarchy . Down at the bottom, if you use an old stick to dig around the sand and muck at the bottom, you uncover silly, self-indulgent blogs like this one that have no readers, no followers, nobody to notice if you're gone. Nobody really knows about them unless they go poking around for them, and when they find them, they can pick them up in their hands and examine it a moment, and then toss it back into the water. Somewhere in the middle, scurrying around in the bushes, you have the political blogs that they like to talk about on NPR, where amateur pundits wax unpoetical on the political goings-on that the newspapers see as either minutia, or not dramatic enough to print. They serve their purpose, don't get me wrong, but that's not the part of the internet I dig on. You see, when you cup your hand over your eyes to shelter them from the sun, and look way up at the top of the blogosphere, you have things like The Show w/ Ze Frank.
Today is the end of an era. Or the beginning. Or maybe the past year was a little mini-era, and we're now continuing the era that preceded it. What I mean is that today is the first day of the rest of our lives with no Show. We knew from the beginning that this was a one year deal. The promise was that there would be a show every weekday for one year, and then we'd say goodbye. I know I pretended that day wasn't going to come, and I'm sure a lot of you did, as well. But now that it's here, it leaves me feeling bittersweet. I can look back with fondness, I can re-watch the shows that meant the most to me, but I can also look forward to what comes next. A whole community of Sports Racers was born this year, and I just know that there are tons of us itching to carry the torch and take collaborative creativity to the next step. And we hope Ze will be with us, now a peer among his disciples.
Anyway, to explain my absence, you may choose from this list of excuses:
1. I was abducted by aliens.
2. My keyboard was on strike.
3. I was suspended from the internets.
4. The sock puppets who usually write this blog were in the laundry.
5. I was napping.
The truth, though, is that I'm just regrouping and figuring out if there's something I actually want to do in this blog, or whether I am going to continue to blather on to myself like a crazy person. The subjects I can opine on at length are generally not very interesting to other people, I'm afraid. I can talk about television and movies, but nobody wants other people's opinions on those kinds of things. I would attempt to joke about politics, but there are so many who do it so much better than I. Don't worry, imaginary people, I will find something. Until then, enjoy some random sporadic crap.
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