Purim Qatan 5768
After hosting this past Sunday's Haveil Havalim Blog Carnival (Edition #154), and even though hosting gets easier the more I do it, I'm all blogged out.
Inspired by Gila's My Shrapnel Blog, I believe it's high time I finish writing my "Bomb Attack Piece." After all, it's been five and a half years. I think instead of writing a series, I will stick with one,...for now.
But, like I said, I'm rather blogged out at the moment. It'll happen eventually,...hopefully soon. What better way to procrastinate finding a job?
Anyway, I remember when Frum Satire reached his 100,000th hit mark nine months. And now Batya is approaching hers on her Me-Ander Blog.
The list goes on.
Well, little old Esser Agaroth passed the 10,000 hit mark the other day, with Haveil Havalim #154 putting me over the top.
Yeah, I know. Ten thousand is just no big whoop. It took me a year and a half to do it, too. I'm not so interested in readership. Well, once in a while I am. But the truth is I do it for myself. (You're all rolling your eyes, and saying, "Yeah, right!") I'm still not sure why the Shabba"k (General Security Service) hasn't "paid me a visit" yet. Well, yeah I do. They know everything they need to know about me, and know that I'm totally unimportant, certainly not worth their time.
Or d'var aher, that cop in the Russian Compound who questioned me about the activities of the internet cafe where I worked, wasn't really a cop. "They" closed that internet cafe, by the way, two years ago, leaving me unemployed. Sound familiar? There's obviously a conspiracy to keep unemployed, and thus causing me to go insane,...or well, more insane than I already am.
We do know from Nati's experience, that if nothing else, the Shabba"k pays attention to English language blogs after all....
Regarding my "between jobs" status, I don't really have any excuse for not pounding the pavement today. The snowfall in Jerusalem was minimal, after all the hype about a major cold front and storm zooming down from Russia. Arutz 7 is calling it The Blizzard That Never Was.
Gee, aren't you getting bored with me complaining about unemployment already? Why don't you shut me up already by sending me some money?
Nah. I've got this feeling that although my readers (Doesn't "my readers" sound a bit like I'm full of myself?) are better off than I am, they probably don't have anything to spare either.