1. Wednesday, August 6, 2003

    hi tony 

    hi blog, what’s going on?

    um… nothing.

    hey, sorry i haven’t talked to you lately.

    yeah its been a while, huh?

    don’t think i don’t love you. of course i do. im just trying out new things.

    oh i know. no hard feelings.

    are you sure everythings ok, bloggy?

    you know, just because everyone else talks to their blogs now doesn’t mean that you have to stop talking to me.

    i know that.

    i mean i realize you want to stay a step ahead of everyone, but i think sometimes you forget you’re about five steps ahead of everyone.

    i wouldn’t go that far.

    you should.

    at this point, blog, i don’t know if you’re being generous or conceited.

    how can i be conceited with those links over there?

    i know dude, im sorry, its a mess over there.

    do you even care about me any more?

    of course i do. im just so swamped at work… superheroing and stuff.

    do you even know what day it is?

    its wednesday.

    you took off today and you had all day to do something and you didn’t even do anything, so don’t tell me its a time issue.

    what are you talking about?

    it’s my birthday tony.

    holy crap.

    i knew it, you forgot.

    oh man.

    what is up with you dude?

    man.

    whatever, i’ll get over it.

    im so sorry, blog.

    no you’re not. you so take me for granted. you know how many people would love to be able to have the busblog? tons. and you just put in the minimum amount of effort and collect the praise. it took you forever to fix the comments, it will take you forever to fix the links. you don’t interview people any more, you only talk about yourself. your writing hasn’t been good since you were banging that teen—

    easy there.

    no, fuck you. how many people seriously get laid off their blogs? very few. but you do. and you don’t give back. you don’t make this better. you don’t hype it out in the world, you don’t smooze the blogosphere, you don’t learn one thing about design, you don’t even talk about how good Blogger Pro has been for you. how many posts have you “lost” since moving over to Pro?

    none.

    one. and it wasn’t Pro’s fault, it was yours. and it sucked. i ate it. I did that for you. but you don’t even use Pro the way you should, you barely spell check, you barely do shit. you let the pictures expire, you don’t do even half of the things that high school kids are doing and you walk around like you’re mr bloggy guy. you aint shit and you don’t even know or respect when this shit started. everything you do is half assed and what’s so disappointing is you at 5 is better than most of the crust at 10. you were getting your fingers stinky and cranking out four posts a day with carpal tunnel at your peak and now your coasting like you have something better to do. you don’t have anything better to fucking do.

    my chair is really bad….

    shut up. and you curse way too much on this shit. how are people supposed to take you seriously. why do you do that to me? its a reflection on ME you know, not you. on ME. and then you steal all these damn pictures, and you steal from ee and bukowski and you don’t even care.

    and if i had a damn penny for each time you use “and” you wouldn’t have to beg people for ten bucks for a car, you’d have your damn stinky ass car.

    look, im really sorry. ive had a bad day. im sorry, i will try to make it up to you

    try? try! fuck you and your trying. gimme your try so i can shove it up your ass. try. try to be taller motherfucker. its my birthday and if you want to give me something, give me your damn attention and give me some respect. im older than most of the shit that’s out there and im better than almost all of it. and if you stopped typing typing typing hitting post&publish and actually took your time and read – gasp – your shit sometimes you’d see all your damn typos and you’d make something good out of this more than once in a blue moon.

    have a little class. show a little effort.

    quit playing to the level of your competition, which, sadly, there is very little of.

    anything else?

    yes, and if you aren’t going to write about politics, lazy ass, then write about sports. or at least write about music, and none of these one two sentence bullshit reviews where you compare it to a burrito or some nonsense. write like how all the others write and beat them at their own tired game.

    im not sure i can do that.

    and quit being a fucking sensitive wuss. the lord gave you a mighty sword. use it or lose it. now wish me a happy birthday and finish that thing you’re writing.

    happy birthday blog.

    thank you tony.

    i love you.

    i love you too. that’s the only reason i just don’t delete myself.

    good.

    and tomorrow get an auction going. the winner gets to sponsor Blogger Pro on the busblog.

    k.

    kevin holtsberry