Let’s talk about the physical manifestation of your blog. It’s choking up my sink. When I wash my hands the water flows up to the top and spills out, splashing my pants and my legs. You will agree that it does not take much water to wash one’s hands. Let me tell you what it’s like to be old. When you’re old you confuse new and traditional media and you begin to think that a blog is worth a damn. Let me tell you a bit about your life. Your blog is not worth a damn. You are probably old (or you seem old) and you talk about your blog in old fashioned ways, like bragging to the bored girl you picked up at the bar, who is thinking of her old boy and how he never used to corner her with anecdotes about that time you cleverly dissected the metaphysics of the first and the second HULK.
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