samoyeddogs is 100 posts old today. I mean yesterday. A century. A c-note. What’s it mean? I’ve no idea, Jock. ‘A mystery wrapped in an enigma…’ That sounds accurate. About as accurate as anything else going on around here. So little has changed I hardly know where to begin.
One thing at the site we’ve wanted to accomplish is to expose clichés for what they are. 100 per-cent gold. We strive for cliché and I know you’ll want to join me in saying one thing. There’s little doubt the best stuff on the site is 100 per-cent cliché. Okay, that’s a couple of things. Not as easy as it sounds either. I appreciate that.
I’ve noticed a more serious tone creeping into the site. Not sure what that’s about, and not sure anybody around here knows either, or that much of anything can be done about it. I doubt it’ll last. Some of us are half-thinking it might be a good time to pack things up around here. Surely you’re joking, Mr. Folderol. A world without samoyeddogs? Yip yip, bark howl. Don’t do it, buddy. I will sit up nice.
So here comes a big muchas gracias to all the followers of samoyeddogs human, bot, spam, mistake. All are welcome. Lost track after 100,000 of you kind things and please keep the love flowing. It feels good. Love, as you know, is one of the pillars holding up this massive undertaking.
I don’t know. I just don’t know. It could be that I don’t want to know, but, in any event, I’m just not sure. Not sure at all. And between not being sure, and not knowing, well, there has to be somebody out there who can figure this out for us. I’m always looking to make that connection.
That’s what I’m counting on. One thing I do know. There’s no substitute for vacuousness. And the goal remains the same. Keep it coming. An oasis of inanity in a sea of insanity. Maybe we’ll just mix in here and double down on that.