Sure, demand is as infinitesimal as it is small, but that hasn’t stopped me from sticking a big clump of my most award-nominated heartwarming nature crap photos up on Flickr. I am enbiggening the collection daily, drawing from the 5872 or so hottt pixxx I’ve snapped since moving back to bug-infested Austin right after the Korean War. I should’ve done this long ago.
“So,” said Stingray, eyeballing a heartwarming photo of a dead bunting, “you think posting to Flickr will keep this shit from taking over your blog?”
I said I didn’t know for sure, but that in any event my spring fever can’t last forever. Forget about posting heartwarming nature crap on a patriarchy-blaming blog; soon it’ll be too hot here in Rattlesnake to do anything but lie in an ice bath all day, moaning faintly.
I also have a Twisty Twitter account. Maybe I’m a victim of the generation gap, but I don’t really understand Twitter. No matter; it turns out I never remember to tweet anyway.