"... haunting... audacious... ingenious... brilliant... intricate... masterly... restless... fascinating new... magnificently funny, sucker-punch-tragic... assured... sinister and charming... stunning... fierce and unsettling... powerful..."
That is a post currently on Althouse. Unfortunately it is not about my comments.
Seriously: I think I have gotten too wrapped up on getting responses for my pieces -- it started becoming a validation, and when a dry spell hit -- well, from David Foster Wallace:
"Because see, by this time, my ego’s all invested in the writing. It’s the only thing I’ve gotten food pellets from the universe for. So I feel trapped: ‘Uh-oh, my five years is up, I’ve gotta move on.’"
I'm going to take a Laslo break for awhile. Maybe a few days, maybe a month, maybe much longer -- I don't know: my increasingly poorer health over this last year has been making me irritable. Hoping that changes soon. Otherwise I'll turn into the character "The Asshole Commenter Who Is Just An Asshole."
Meanwhile, a guy I know here in Seattle -- we've had beers over the years -- well: he used to comment back in the day, and he has returned under a new name. I'm looking forward to what he might do.
Anyway -- I'll still be reading Althouse, and the commenters there. Because that is where the Good Stuff on the internet is.
'I am Laslo' blog, as of this pause:
Just shy of 90,000 pageviews.
Posts: 1406, counting this one.
Yeah. it took me 1406 posts to get the amount of comments that Althouse gets in one day. In one post. She IS The Master.
I am Laslo.