Chill Saturday, had a few friends come into the city for the Mainz Market breakfast, did a little day drinking, and enjoyed the most beautiful day of the year so far.
Let me put a logic question to you: say someone, let’s say you, someone ‘interested’ in these writings, tends to read it every now and then. This follows, because obviously people do the things they’re interested in. Now let’s say that I have a drop in consistency (which would never ever happen). Do you now lose interest? So much so that when new stuff is posted again you have zero desire at all to return to these sacred texts? Does that follow? If that’s the case, what were you…okay let’s say it’s not you, since you’re reading this right now and I like you. What was this person interested in in the first place? The romantic notion of a true daily journal? The warm embrace of a blog that would always be there for them every morning? I could see that someone could want that, but then the interest would not be in these holy scrolls, but anyone. Any swingin blog that stumbles in. I’m just saying that if someone loses all interest due to lack of release-consistency (which I still deny), then they weren’t interested at all.
But hey maybe I hurt people with my betrayals. I promised a daily photoblog and thus far I have only delivered such for a few weeks stretch at a time. Maybe I hurt people’s feelings, let them down. Disappointed them. For that I deeply apologize, and solemnly swear that I will feel even worse about it when I inevitably do it again.
But for those of you checking in here and there, maybe peeping a post a week, hell, even just a post a month, never proclaiming to even be legitimately ‘interested’ but more or less just occasionally curious, keep being the kings and queens you are.
No, you’re right, pettiness really isn’t a good look. But I already added those hyperlinks, so I’m not deleting any of this as planned. Also, in a reading pool of approx. 12 people it’s all a moot point in the end regardless.
Anyway, at the end of this fine Saturday I got a call from gf that her friend who watches a dog and had someone else do the watching for her actually needed a new watcher to replace her watching until later in the night. So I got to pick up little Kurt the french bulldog and kick it with him around the city for a while, and even got to fall asleep with him in my tender arms. The picture you see above is when he fell asleep the first time, before I woke him up and forced him in my arms. The other pic is of the dope brunch I had with Vici before the real drinking began. Overall a solid Saturday, much more relaxed than the previous few.
See you tomorrow,
Nick
Nick Denardi 