One of the truly frightening things in your life is when you write about dying in your apartment and how many days you’d be there and you get several very well reasoned (maybe sorta half-joking) responses. Mortality is not something that bothers one if there is lasting memorial to their time on earth. A monument, no matter how insignificant, is one way to achieve an extension of one’s life, or at least one’s effect within life. I suppose this, more than anything else, is why people donate in order to have a wharf, science laboratory, alcove or men’s locker room named after them. It was proof that once, they were here.
When I started a website, I retained very little readership, partly because I didn’t put much effort into it, but even more so because I very little recourse in how to track views. When I switched over to a wordpress blog due to vagaries of the internet world, I was presented with a startling breakdown of views of my blog. I saw that I was getting quite a few views a week. And I felt pretty good about myself. However, those feelings were misplaced upon further reflection. I noted that most views were coming to one particular article I had written months previous on my old site and archived (https://heatdeathhour.wordpress.com/2009/05/19/highway-child/). And I noted that most of the views of this page were a result of web searches, web searches focusing on:
Garbage Pail Kids.
I had included a photo of garbage pail kids in that article and that was drawing the attention. The many hours I had spent on that article and scores of others meant nothing. An image that I had copied from someone else had drawn the vast majority (85% to be precise) of the traffic to the blog.
My added value was possibly negative.
So I present to you the Thundercats video above that is my highest grossing youtube ever, by a wide margin and was merely the product of mashing together preexisting audio and video. Here is my latest, and possibly most offensive video to date (not available in Guernsey, Ireland, Isle of Man, Jersey, or the United Kingdom due to copyright–I’m not even close to kidding), a similar mash of music and video from fairly random sources conglomerated in a growing haze of alcohol and eccentricity. Starring Gary Busey.
But fuck that previous article. Garbarge pail kids are moving to a new place. Right here. Right now. If any post is getting traffic, it’s this one. Enjoy folks. I know there’s not enough of you out there listening to fill a Mazda Miata, but sometimes hearing your own echo is enough to realize that once you were here.