Love Before the Ruins, Part II

The story continues.

Why Can't You Just Love Me for Me?

I don't meant to brag, but in the past week or so, the number of visitors to my blog has skyrocketed. I mean, I went from a measly 15-30 hits a day to 70-150.

Ordinarily I would be really stoked about this. But I must admit, it's a wee bit humbling to realize that 9.5 out of 10 hits are precipitated by search words like "baby buffalo lion" and "lion tossed by cape buffalo" and even "tiger eats baby buffalo."

No kidding, I've apparently become *the* prime source for that amazing video on some search engines — which is funny, when you consider all I did was embed the You Tube link a few weeks ago.

And, no, none of these people look at anything else on my blog. No one looks at the pictures or reads the entries; and if they return to this page, it's just so they can view the video again.

I mean, I've had nuns check out the video, for crying out loud. People at NASA, and even the freakin' President of the United States of America.*

So just in case you missed it the first time around, I though I'd repost it. Because it's apparently the hottest thing on the net — aside from my brilliant collection of haiku, of course.

Everyone wants in on that.




*Just kidding about that last one. We all know the Cyber-Nanny Dick Cheney installed on Bush's computer blocks access to You Tube.

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch

I'm sorry to say tumbleweeds are scattering across the fiber optic streets of Numb Benign in much the same way dust bunnies settle under lonely beds.

I'm not saying I excepted Simon & Schuster to contact me a day or two after that poetry blog (or "plog," as I like to call it) went public — but, I mean, would it have really killed them to call?

But I digress.

There are actually a few darn good poems on the site — just be on the lookout for anything posted by anyone other than this chick who goes by the name "thirdworstpoetinthegalaxy." Turns out her name is anything but a misnomer. And don't forget, you're all invited to co-author the site as well. Just let me know you're interested.

Still not convinced? How about a little improv trick I learned by proxy.

So, whatever you do — for the love of God! — don't click here.