Howdy
Call me Stan K. Richard...
Call me Stan K. Richard, but know that's not my name,
I blog here pseudonymously, and my fragile ego is to blame.
About me, well, there's little to know,
I listen to the Podcastrati when I'm on the go.
And two more that rhyme...
My preferred promo codes are for LMNT and Athletic Greens,
I rest on an Eight Sleep mattress and have wonderful dreams.
Starting a blog in Twenty Twenty-Three?
Surely, it couldn't be!
"Hey, I think this poem was written by ChatGPT..."
But, alas! 'Twas written by yours truly,
'Tis he-who-resides-in-Saint-Loui...
...sville.
And yes, I am dumb enough to start a blog in the year of our lord 2023.
Expectations surrounding this blog
Or, questions that no one asked, but I will answer.
Q: How large of an audience do you expect to develop?
A: Microscopic.
Q: How much money do you expect to make from blogging?
A: Somewhere in the ballpark of zero-ish dollars.
Q: How much of a time-suck do you expect this blog to be?
A: Time-suckier than waiting in line to cast a ballot in a majority-minority voting precinct during Georgia's 2020 general election (oh god, is this guy just going to be posting hot political garbage on here... gross [Sorry, didn't mean to get too political. I'll ease off {Does he really think that just using different symbols inside a parenthetical statement is going to make any sense to the reader? Bro, the audience stopped reading after you tried to drop "pseudonymously" into the second line of your shitty poem}]). Jeez, that other guy inside the parentheses was a real prick.
In Summation:
Starting a blog right now is akin to opening a brick-and-mortar, cassettes-only music store (an anachronistic impulse). But damn the torpedoes. I am hopping aboard the blogging-train even though it left the station in the early-aughts. Hope you join me.