Clogging Up the Internet

Writing 410 posts over the last 8 years is kind of stunning. If you count the additional 39 that are on my Mustache Blog, I have nearly 450 posts of sheer crap. My postings detract from reputable authors who probably have insightful things to say. My blog talks about personal adventures, odd observations, and a general dislike for humanity. My blog is like a book that no one reads. If it were in a library, it would sit there until it was donated to a shittier library where it will sit there until it is burned for heat.

Frankly, I'm proud of it. In a hipster way, it's nice to be obscure. In a selfish way, I sometimes wish more people read it. In another sense, I'm just happy to be cluttering the internet with my useless shit. Somewhere out there, my content is floating around disrupting the flow of good content. Every time I post, a good author dies or possibly gets severely injured. It's like the butterfly effect of writing.


Perhaps this is all a slight exaggeration. I guess all I really wanted to write about was how much I've actually published. Most of it useless. Some of it decent. Some of it really bad due to half-assed editing on my part. I certainly would have never thought I would post this much.

I wonder if I'll ever reach 1000........