…or just “El Jardinero Zurdo” which, of course, I prefer, since that’s my name. I’ll also answer to “EJZ” (pronounced “Edges”). Call me anything, as long as you call me, because I’m getting lonely out here in the garden of Tenuous Connections. TCs grow better with fertile soil — failing that, manure — heaped on them. It’s cold out here in the garden in winter, and there are wolves after me. Watch-wolves (the meaner cousins of watch-dogs) with clocks in their mouths, so when they bark they shoot pointy little hours, minutes and seconds at me. “Bark!” (Ow!) they say, “don’t waste time on this since no one cares…” It’s all the hours that hurt the most, with minutes coming in second. In fact, most minutes do come in bursts of exactly sixty seconds (this helpful tip is for those weirdos on the Swatch beat time system).
Previously, on TC…
I had set up the blog to require users to log in with a username and password in order to post comments. This was an attempt to avoid a deluge of spam-bot postings. However, perhaps I should first have waited to see if I actually got any spam-bot (or spam-human) postings. So, for now, I’ve reversed my policy (so now it’s “ycilop ym”). Post comments at will, kids! (Here, I mean — not literally at Wil.) Let me know what’s on your mind, especially if it’s tenuous and/or connected…to something, anything! (I still reserve the right to moderate your comments: edit them, make them funnier, quote them out of context, delete them, etc.) No real names, though — do what the super-heroes do and use an alter-ego to post your comments. Don’t worry, your email address (though required to post) will not be accessible to readers of the blog!
Why this change of heart? Well, though I’ve had almost 1000 visits to the site since the start of 2006, I’ve only had two (that’s right, TOO, with that first ‘O’ swapped out for a ‘W’) users create accounts and post comments (and those were back in 2005). Pathetic, eh? Well, actually there was a third mystery reader — someone went to the trouble of creating an account but never posted any comments…go figure…perhaps a spam-human?)
I have no idea if what I’m writing is interesting. Surely not, but, without feedback, I even have no idea of what is potentially of interest. More Palabritas del día? More computer stuff (please, no — isn’t there enough of that already on this (beloved/behated) Net of ours)? More hands and caganers? (I suspect not) More Constrained Fictions? A better gallery of nice things? More Montréal stuff? Flamenco? More embedded advertising (I have none)? More pop-ups (none)? More porn (ditto, but I could learn)? You know — all those things that make the Internet the awe-inspiring marvel it is today.
And if you’re still shy about using this “new-fangled” (aaah! — reminds me of the “fangles” on those clock-spewing wolves) technology, how about just sending me an old-fashioned email?
more porn!
Thank you — Oh Cap’n me Cap’n — for your insight. Long may you suffer the treacherous seas of unwanted email.
Porn is in the eye of the beholder. More Montreal stuff for sure. Montreal porn?
Hmm, in my Mac dictionary the second entry for the word porn (but not pornography) tells me that it can be something seen as:
From this point of view, “Montreal porn” actually makes some sense. Because what are most blogs for, if not catering to an obsessive interest in a specified subject? Hmm, interesting — this Internet thing is starting to make some kooky kind of sense!