Reflections on the feline friend follows |
“… I don't want to fight
I'm a little bit wrong
And you're a little bit right…
You know that it's true
It's a little bit me
And it's a little bit you... too” – Neil Diamond
“I want to thank you for letting me be myself again
I want to thank you for letting me be myself again"-
Sly Stone
“It all started at a 5000-watt radio station in Fresno,
California…” – Ted Baxter
How does one pat himself on the back while simultaneously
pecking away at a keyboard? It takes an effort requiring more than just your
ordinary level of ego, self-congratulation, self-importance and self-regard!
So, with that as an extremely unattractive and un-ingratiating introduction,
nycityman invites and welcomes you as we commemorate 50,000 views of “… and several butcher’s aprons.” While, by its nature, being far too
self-referential and perhaps even reverential (something that was never an
original intent of this venture) the primary endeavor, as is ever the situation,
will be to humorously entertain. Should we fail in that noble attempt please
feel free to avail yourself of the comment section below to chide us on
mistakes made and errors incurred.
"Congratulación y buena suerte" - Don Francisco |
Is 50,000 a substantial sum for a blog that is not the
Huffington Post? For some perspective - in Willard Romney’s environs 50,000 is
the minimum number of dollars set aflame to properly light his smuggled Cuban
Cohibas. In Marcus Bachmann’s journeys, 50,000 would be the concise correct count
of rhinestones bedazzled on his Mardi Gras ensemble. And for Sarah Palin,
50,000 may be the weekly SarahPac cash crop she filches from her gullible and
trusting disciples despite the uncomfortable and inconvenient truth that she
occupies no office nor is she actively in hot pursuit of one. In “… aprons” terms, it took slightly over a
year to accumulate our initial 10,000 readers,
but since, in merely another 24 months or so, an additional 40,000 fine folks,
discriminating and discerning, intrepid, internet investigators, one and all,
muscular, intelligent and attractive, have peeked, perused and even opined on
this page – a voluminous pickup in viewer velocity. So, whether, in World Wide
Web reality, it actually is an admirable blog figure or not I chose to celebrate
it, but most importantly I need to express my sincere, deep and heartfelt
thanks and astonished appreciation. Astonished as in, I haven’t a clue why
anyone reads these random ramblings nor have I an idea, for the most part, how our
remarkable readers and audience members even happen upon it.
Blogging is surprisingly satisfying and fulfilling and considerable hours, days and
nights are devoted to each submission (this one, perhaps, will reveal itself as the obvious
exception) but as Neil Diamond penned and the Monkees performed lo those
innocent decades ago, “it’s a little bit me, it’s a little bit you,” (and maybe
even “Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of
Death, Rode the 50,000”) for a voice in a vacuum is as pointless as a Tea Party
members only spelling bee. Scribbling countless “appreciations” and “thank yous”
ad-infinitum for the balance of this posting would still not be suitable articulation.
The fact that so many have peered at this oft-times pretentiously prosed,
vexing verbiage and have not regularly conveyed their condemnation is a
testament to human decency, and thrills and excites like being strapped into a
Six Flags X-Flight Roller Coaster Ride in the midst of a rolling brown out, accompanying
Sarah Palin as she received the results of her Verbal SAT scores, or conducting a co-joined
polygraph test on Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan.
As for the future, can circulation continue expansion? These
thoughts - there are 47 percent of the
people who will not read this no matter what ... who are dependent upon
government, who believe that they are victims... My job is not to worry about
those people. I'll never convince them they should take personal responsibility
and care for their lives. (Sounds imbecilic no matter the context, doesn’t it,
Mitt?) “Half a league onward” to more complaining, castigating,
haranguing, harassing, alliterating and indignantly igniting the farcical
flames of political and social commentary.
“It's not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me, oh no
It's just the nearness of you”
The legendary Sly Stone and Sly and the Family Stone with their classic, "ThankYou Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin." -
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