So here’s the deal.  I’m as needy, cloying, wheedling, annoying and beholden to a swift undercurrent of interpersonal histrionics as the next guy.

Also, I want be seen.

But really. This article is part of my crude attempt to get featured in the WordPress “Freshly-pressed” section of the domain.  Getting published there could net me a TON of readers–people with no self-respect–people who find long, embroidered soapbox rants that empty out onto a highway like an antiquated Bill Cosby tale–appealing.

But apparently, the timing of the upload had something to do with it. Also, I went ahead and wrote this in the classic “top ten” list form.  This tends to appeal to many, including me.  I just always tend to find them simplistic.  Not mine.  Oh, no. Mine is a blatant excuse to bash my fellow man with all his myriad of faults. And I do it with great finesse.

But, tomorrow it is.  After that, I’ll probably go on a major bloodletting spree over astrology.  But I don’t know.  I’m a mercurial sort.