Well, it’s happened again folks. The Unsanity Files Blog has been Freshly Pressed.
Some of you remember last time. Conversely, some of you hit your head on a rock, lost your memory, had some adventures with aliens, and then got food poisoning from bad Indian food. Okay, on second thought, maybe that was just Frank.
But being Freshly Pressed freaks me out just a little bit. I know that must sound odd; after all, who wouldn’t want a deluge of new readers flocking to his blog?
But the truth is, it takes me a little outside of my comfort zone. The idea of literally thousands of new eyes scanning over my words is slightly unsettling to me.
Maybe it’s because I know it isn’t really real. In a few days some other blog will be there at the top of the front page and they’ll be seeing the temporary but explosive growth spurt that comes from this bizzare version of what Andy Warhol dubbed the “fifteen minutes of fame.” Or was that Oscar Wilde? Definitely one of those two.
Which isn’t to say, that I’m not intensely grateful for all of the new readers. (Ha! Double negative attack! Take that you snooty prescriptivists. [Seriously it’s been far too long since I picked on prescriptivist grammarians]) Because some of them might stick around. (The new readers, not the prescriptivists; do try and keep up.) And some of them might even buy my book!
So if you’re new ’round these parts, let me say, welcome. If you haven’t noticed, things get a little weird around here from time to time. We don’t call it the Unsanity Files for nothing. But we try to have fun and hopefully share something helpful at the same time. If that sounds like your cup of tea, then stick around. We’re glad to have you.
And don’t mind Frank. He’s been through a lot, poor fella.