Letter to My Blog

Dear blog, 

It’s been a while since I posted anything to you. Well, it’s not that I haven’t written anything of substance. It’s just that all my drafts are about coffee and my "cafe hopping" adventures. Transforming you into a coffee review site is not the idea here. So I will let them rot some more as drafts until I am able to post some genius stuff. Actually anything that does not talk about coffee.

I was browsing through the previous posts and I realized that you’re losing your original humor. The topics are more serious and are losing its spin of jokes. If I’m going to compare you to your predecessor, the Exile of a Superstar, I’d say it was, for a lack of a better term, more outrageous in terms of cracking jokes. Exile was bolder, crass and childish. It was the prototype. And the readers loved it. You on the other hand, are the actual model. You are supposed to be a level up. Or so you seem to be. But the past couple of weeks are marred with ratings death posts. Preachy and idealistic. Sometimes, it’s even goody-two-shoes for my taste. It actually occured to me that you should revert to discussing retarded stuff. See… even Einstein knows how to be funny while being genius at the same time.

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

But then again, I think you’re doing well with this formula. I mean, you are, after all, a personal blog. Not a retard blog. Or some chismacks blog. If people find you entertaining, so be it. If they think you suck, they suck more. So kudos to you for keeping it sexy and simple. But I’ll let the readers be the judge. If they start telling that you’re starting to smell like Shaquille O Neal’s socks, we’re going to have another long talk. Believe me, I want to help you. You have become part of my identity. The last thing I want is a part of me smelling like Shaq’s socks. Just a reminder.

Your hot writer,

Wits

P.S. This post sucks.