Welcome to My Blog (Ten Years Later)

Today marks the 10th anniversary of Arteejee, a blog dedicated to random satirical musings of the world at large. Also today marks my resolution to return to my frequency of writing two entries a week. I believe that was my average at my peak, but I have no idea when that peak happened or was climbed and conquered. No matter, it’s all in the past.

I can’t explain the reasons for my decreased output. Oh, I’ve blamed my absent muses on several occasions, but this is not telling the whole story. Truth be told, I believe that my disgruntled - yes, disgruntled - muses have left me for what they to believe to be the more lucrative position of writing one liners for Herr Donald.

Fine, muses, god speed and all those noble farewell wishes. Go see what kind of health plan the Donald will offer you. Oh, and free hair transplants don’t count as a benefit.

It was on this site 10 years ago when I introduced myself to the blogisphere. At that time, Warrior Queen and I had two cats (who have both crossed the Rainbow Bridge), now replaced by three other cats. I had three commenters for that first entry; two from my mother (who has also crossed over with our dearly departed felines) and somebody named, “The Republican”. He or she kvetched about paying “$3.99 for a tube of toothpaste at Ralph’s when I can get it for $1.76 at Walmart”. Oddly, my first entry did not mention toothpaste, Ralph’s, or Walmart. 

 

WTF?

Yes, the blogisphere can attract the random loony as well as the thoughtful blog reader. So let it be written, so let it be debated and pummeled into an unrecognizable mass of bloodied pulp. 

    

For those of you coming into my blog late, I should elaborate that the aforementioned Warrior Queen is the Arteejee editorial staff. She also has her own blog where she posts her random thoughts of crankiness, and invites you to dance once a week. I never considered myself an adequate dancer even in my undergraduate days when I appeared in the college community annual productions of Rogers and Hammerstein shows. So no dancing here!

There, Warrior Queen is cranky. Here, I am grouchy. Read both blogs and you will get to know, nay, appreciate the difference.

I am also prone to being long-winded, but not always precise. I try for 7 to 11 paragraphs. Sometimes my pieces are longer - I won’t cut off the thought just because I am at the end of paragraph 11 - and sometimes abbreviated. Whatever! I get my ideas down in words, run them up the flagpole, and see if anyone salutes.

So I will be here. Feel free to let me know you’re out there. Don’t feel obligated to salute. I know that not all of my ideas are winners, or not necessarily grammatically correct.

  

I let my editor correct the mistakes. That’s why I employ her as editor. No pay (another complaint aired by my former muses), but she is on my health plan.

Sadly, hair plugs are still not covered. 

  

Oh, by the way, welcome to paragraph 11. 

(Thank you for reading, PS to The Republican: shop Weis Market for the latest deals on toothpaste!)