Now that my self-imposed torture of daily blogging is over (thank you month of April for ending) I can take a rest from trying to remember each and every day if I had posted something on my blog. It felt like… a… a… *shudder* job! (ugh!) I felt so… so… dirty. Unclean. No matter how long I stayed under the shower or scrubbed I just couldn’t remove the stain daily blogging left on my soul. (Side note: Macbeth spot quote from Act V, Scene 1 purposely not referenced so as to not confuse the products of today’s school system)

Please note the singular form of shower as I am of Italian descent. No, not French… I don’t use perfume to mask the natural musk of a healthy, virile male of the species. What’s that adopted sisters? Yeah, yeah, with lithe, girlie wrists ha!ha!ha! That’s so I can get my hand in tight plac– nevermind!

As I was saying I’m happily done with my immersion into the world and psyche of the daily blogger (ie blogospherians, plague of society, scourge of society, boil on the a$$ of society not to mention we’re better off without them in society.) But I do see the reason why these people, if we can call them that, and man am I trying to give the benefit of the doubt here, do what they do. The more they post, the more chance someone will read what they say. The more chance someone reads, the more they might comment on what they’ve read. Like to quote Oedipus: “MY EYES! MY EYES! AAAARRRGGHH! THE PAIN!! THE PAIN!!! *jab* *jap* *jab* ahhhhh, that’s better… *bonk* “OW!OW!OW! Who put that ^&%$@ing marble table over there?! Ow! Did someone douse all the torches it’s so dark in here…”

See, the daily blogger wants and craves attention. Web traffic. Comments. Anyone that drops by, even by accident. The more they post, the more people might comment, the more people might even talk to them without tossing the tradition rock or tar and feather combo.

Last month I posted 31 times (once a day, twice on the last day) and received 270 comments; an average of 8.7096774193548387096774193548387 comments per post. Which is about 8.7096774193548387096774193548385 more comments per post than 99.9999999999999999999999999999998% of the daily bloggers out there.

So you see, as the theory goes you can see why someone who craves attention so much would fall into the false notion of becoming a daily blogger to be more popular. Unfortunately the evidence is clear that the only thing they will become more popular at is being a nuisance; needlessly cluttering up the web with tons of meaningless tripe which gunks up everyone’s search results and still they usually don’t have commenters to speak of, or readers.

The reason it worked for me? I’m me. The reason it doesn’t work for them – they’re not me. See, I failed miserably at becoming just like a daily blogger last month because apparently I couldn’t shut down enough of my brain to post like them and yet still live. People (1) liked what they read, (2) found the posts to be funny and (3) insightful. Three things you won’t find in a daily blogger’s posts. E-V-E-R! *sigh*

So I succeeded at failing and worse I just might have encouraged those that I loathe to embark on the quest to become more popular by being a daily blogger. They’re not that bright so they just might not understand that by succeeding, I failed and am not the example to follow here. But, there is an up-side if they do… those genes won’t be in any pool.

And now you know…