Blogging Off

Well, it's time to officially proclaim what you probably already knew: This blog is dead. Kaput. Finito. It is no more. This is an ex-blog.

I gave myself a couple weeks to see if anything bloggable popped into my head, but it's just not happening, so I'm signing off for good and retiring from the Superblog.

"But Paul," you might ask, "why 'retire' from the blog? Even if you can't think of anything to post now, maybe you will sometime down the road. Why not keep your options open?"

That's an excellent question, hypothetical reader. But here's the thing: I don't want to pull a Mike and just abandon the blog for months with no explanation. You fine readers deserve more respect than that, I say. If I'm not going to post anymore-- and I'm not-- then I'm going to straight-out tell you so. Which I am. That way, you won't spend every waking hour wondering, "Is Paul going to post? Should I keep clicking Refresh? Oh, curses, I'm so very confused!!" (Because I'm sure that's how you spend every waking hour.) Well, consider the mystery solved.

Besides, I don't really like having this blog thing hanging over my head, to the point where I'm futilely attempting to keep it alive by half-assedly posting something every couple of weeks. At that point, it just feels like homework. Plain and simple, I've lost interest. Sorry.

When Mike pitched the idea of the blog, the idea was that he and I would push each other to keep it going, like a competition. It was a good idea in theory, but he forgot to account for our extreme lack of competitive spirit. And our overwhelming laziness. And that's how we end up where we are now: with the Superblog on its last legs. Alas. It was fun while it lasted.

So, that's it for me. I won't be posting here again, and I suspect Mike won't, either. I'd say goodbye, but...I mean, anyone who's actually reading this blog, I probably see you in person almost every weekend. So, um...see you then!

State of the Superblog

So, it turns out that this blogging thing is a lot harder than I thought it'd be. How do all those teenagers do it? With the MySpace and the FaceBook and the "LOLz" and the "whatevs" and all that young-person Internet lingo that a decrepit old man like myself doesn't understand. I mean, have you seen the average MySpace page? I've looked at a couple, and it's such a chaotic, jumbled mish-mash of colors and images that it makes me feel like my head's going to explode. It's an assault on the senses. Maybe I'll just never understand this whole Wide Wide World of Web thing. To me, it's just a series of tubes.

But anyway, I knew this day would come, only I didn't expect it to happen so early: I've completely run out of things to blog about. Seriously, I've got nothing. There isn't anything particularly noteworthy going on in my life, other than having just been sick, which isn't exactly a riveting topic of conversation. No world events have struck my fancy. Apparently there's some sort of presidential race going on, but I've already told you how I feel about politics. It's not baseball season, so that's out (and when it is baseball season, I'll be writing elsewhere). The writers' strike may be about to end, but even if it does, we won't be seeing new episodes of much of anything until April/May at best and next fall at worst. So there's not much TV to discuss right now.

All in all, this blog seems to be on life support right now. Maybe Mike will post something that inspires me to dive back into blogging, but as of now, I'm considering closing the curtain on my blogging career. I'll let you know what happens.