Guess what? My blogging days aren’t over. Apparently, I can’t resist the urge to write stuff nobody reads.
The internet is all about “niches.” Blogs tend to do well when they have a certain little slot they fit into, like sports or politics or music. But it’s not only blogs that need niches—the whole world is obsessed with fitting into a slot. What is your race, religion, sexual orientation, language, political affiliation? You must be cataloged. You must be counted. We must know what you are so we can decide how to treat you.
Well, this blog is not in a slot. Or maybe it’s in the slot with other blogs that are not in a slot. Is the “unslot” a slot? Did all the hippies show their disgust with conformity by wearing blue jeans?
For the record, I’m wearing black Levis. Power to the people.

Right on. Wave your freak/blog flag high.
Wave on, brother. Play on, drummer.
Welcome back to the “unslot.” For the record, I’m wearing pink flannel pajama pants with monkey faces. Go Team.
Thanks! You are a trendsetter. I expect the monkey-face pants to catch on in a big way.