Friday, July 09, 2004

Cooter rules. Simple. Easy. Direct.

When I started this blog, it was with the intention of having fun with it, blow off a little steam, whatever... I didn't think I was bound to take it very seriously at all. But now that I've gotten into the whole 'blog mentality', it seems sacriligious to not post at least every other day. This is regardless if I have something to talk about or not. Imagine that.

Of course, I do what most of you do and surf the other blogs. I read several, I comment now and again, sometimes I feel one way, sometimes the other. But one thing that recently caught my attention was some internal strife within a comments section. Not a big deal, really, but it started me thinking this thing IS a huge waste of my time. After all, what am I getting out of it?

And then it hit me: I do this to keep myself sane. I don't care if anyone reads it (please disregard the counter...), I don't care if anyone comments (please disregard my prior cries for attention), and I don't care if anyone is rude to me (please disregard any past bitchy comments).

Basically, here it is: I'm doing this stupid little thing for me, me, me. I don't give a flying rat's ass if anyone thinks it's superfluous, mundane, self-serving, vain, idiotic, vitriolic, etc. As a wise man said in one of his posts, "If you don't like it, there are other blogs out there; please find one you like." (paraphrased)

So on that note, anyone who doesn't like my blog can do one or two of three things: 1) Suck my left tit and make my right one jealous, 2) Kiss my mutherfuckin' sweet ass, and/or 3) Keep the FUCK outta Cooterland.

I didn't mean to stir anything up.

And me likee Cooterland.
Jack, me likee yer land, as well. But I hate feeling like I did something that was embarrassing or belittling to another. And maybe I did that on your dime, but it certainly was NOT done out of lack of respect for you. I'm a damn Democrat, and as far as I can tell, you're a Republican. Whether true or no, it makes no never mind. I'm in a mood now, and need to stop writing. I truly appreciate your writing, and absolutely giggle to myself when you leave a little sumpin' sumpin' in my comment section.
Um, yeah... I was drunk. What the fuck was that about anyway? Any which old way, Jack, thanks for commenting and you're welcome in Cooterland any old day!

And that goes for ever'one else, too. So where are ya?
Doing it for yourself is as it should be - letting us in th enjoy it is merely a fringe benefit.

- Jules
Thanks, Jules. A little validation now and again is a good thing.
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