The Dog Days of August Have Become The Cool Nights of Autumn
(metaphorically speaking)

Talk about a quiet summer and early fall here on Fluid Imagination! Geezum crow.

When you compare the number of posts last summer (June, July, and August) to this past summer, it’s kind of ridiculous how slow it’s been around here, especially when you factor in the notion that last summer I was the only one posting and this summer there were over a dozen of us writing for Fluid Imagination:

  • June 2006: 69 posts — June 2007: 26
  • July 2006: 57 posts — July 2007: 40
  • August 2006: 71 posts — August 2007: 30

That’s just kind of sad. It’s understandable, of course. People are outside more during the summer, they travel more, they attend more parties and (at our age) weddings. It’s tough to sit down at a computer and crank out a post. Totally understandable.

And the lack of posts we’ve had in September has its own range of explanations. School is starting for many of the students, teachers, and educators who read and write on this blog. Some of us are planning a wedding (Adam and Sarah are getting hitched on Saturday!). Others have moved across the country, some of us to places where there is no high-speed Internet (and seriously, who wants to deal with dial-up?).

Add on the tiring topics of the Iraq War (yes, even I get tired of hearing about it), the way-too-extended Presidential Campaign, the inability of Congress to hold the reigning president accountable, and the not-even-fun-anymore sex scandals of the Republican Party, and you’ve got a definite lack of passion-inducing political posts.

You’d think there could be a few good movie or book reviews here (and to be fair, I have posted a “review”/annotation of almost every book I’ve read since January), but no one seems willing to make their two cents known (aside from Dawn’s movie notes, but you only get to see those if you’re her friend on Netflix — and yes, she should be reposting them here too).

On the other side of things, I’ve been slacking on sending out the reminder e-mails for people to write their postings, but I mean, c’mon people, we’ve been doing this for over a year, and everyone out there has some sort of computer-based calendar program that can just as easily pop-up a reminder as I can send them, even easier in fact, so why don’t you folks get on that?

Now I know that a lack of posts on Fluid Imagination may not a significant problem in anyone else’s eyes but my own, but I enjoy our digital conversations, and their absence over the last three and a half months is a bit sad. Because of my home-office job and my school work, I sit in room staring at a computer for most of the day (though “staring” is too passive a word), and having y’all to argue and laugh is like having a virtual water cooler to gather around.

So, where the hell are you fuckers?

6 Comments

  1. Brendan Callahan
    Posted September 18, 2007 at 02:02 pm | Permalink

    Ah blogging, I guess it’s fifthteen minutes are up.
    You just don’t get it!!!

  2. Jess
    Posted September 19, 2007 at 12:30 pm | Permalink

    “so where the hell are you fuckers”

    this sentence is why i should be writing my posts. touche’.

    guess i’ll have to stop standing around my REAL water cooler.

  3. Posted September 19, 2007 at 08:46 pm | Permalink

    i’ve taken a leave of absence…

    i’ll return sooner or later… - i just haven’t had the energy to argue or debate…

  4. justin
    Posted September 19, 2007 at 10:40 pm | Permalink

    I am ass deep in the effects of shifts in demand on equilibrium.

  5. Posted September 20, 2007 at 09:54 am | Permalink

    I don’t even know what that means, but it sounds kinky, in a ending scene of “Requiem for A Dream” kind of way.

  6. Posted September 20, 2007 at 01:33 pm | Permalink

    i think it means that justin’s attention has been diverted as of late… - to something demandingly kinky…

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