Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Nearly dead?

I am nearly close to being on the verge of leaning towards thinking about possibly discontinuing this blog.
I don't write in it.
No one reads it (and who could blame them since the posts are so inconsistent).
Any time I think about writing, I feel like I should be doing my own work, not writing blog entries.

Who knows what I'll do. On the plus side, it is a good outlet for me to write stories...maybe I'll just post those on the Story Time site and forget about Spec's Outrage.

posted by Spec at 4:25 PM 4 comments

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Blogger David said...

I still read it every time you post--even if I don't comment.

But, hey, do what you've got to do.

Just don't stop writing altogether.

9:11 PM  
Blogger Spec said...

Thanks Burb.
I certainly won't stop writing, so don't worry...

11:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey there. well, i always check it and i always read it. then again, i also always curse your name when i find you haven't posted recently.
perhaps you could just limit yourself to cultural input on the Omnimedia site. (if there were regular contributions to that, i might be persuaded to rejoin it.) or just limit your posts to quotations of odd messages from subway train operators (remember that weird guy?).

3:48 PM  
Blogger Sven Golly said...

To quote the Ginger Baker song on the Blind Faith album, "Do What You Want." I promise to read it, but only if there is inappropriate content that causes my browser to block it from view, catch 22, which is what happened to my own blog, so I'm not allowed to read what I've written.

10:57 AM  

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Monday, April 09, 2007

On days like this I really love my job

Last week I had to read Chasing Vermeer and The Wright 3 for work.
Today I have to read scripts from the Curious George animated television show.

Plus, I might be getting a brand new Mac for my office! Yay!

This certainly makes up for all of the office politics, annoying coworkers, and other bullshit.

posted by Spec at 1:57 PM 2 comments

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Blogger Sven Golly said...

I wanna work where you work. Did you write the delightful book blurbs?

10:17 AM  
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