I’ve been getting so many nice responses to my blog posts. Too bad they’re all from Chinese casinos, dyslexic porn fans, and credit card companies with Tourette’s Syndrome (“talisman focus ramrod incidentally….”) But today’s was a nice comment from some blog that apparently wants to sell me airline tickets. “I believe you will have a lot of exciting times ahead in your future with the web! Congratulations!” they said, with even more excitement than a fortune cookie.
The post in question was my Paean to Phlegm. Could this be my calling? Is phlegm commentary the niche I was born to fill on the web?
And consider this possibility: spam writing might be where fortune cookies writers go after they succumb to drink and the pressures of their art. After all, how many times can one write “Success will find you in the coming year” without feeling that little twinge of regret, that gap between conception and execution, that realization that words can be inadequate tools for true expression? It’s kind of like “Barton Fink,” only on a very small scale.