Jack, a man both stooge and charlatan has surrendered in the blog wars to me, a titan of both stature and mental acuity. It took just over a year but I’ve finally won. 

It is the sixth, and it took that many days for me to realize Jack had fallen in the blog battle. Which is really to the point of why. I am a serious fan of his work and his life and his person and I check in only seldom, in great big feasts of reading. 

I don’t know who else reads his blog, maybe his mom? Maybe Elena? Maybe our Highschool English teacher? 

The audiences of these things are not huge.

Abby doesn’t read this one anymore, which is fine. I don’t know if the writing is any good. I certainly spend considerably less time on my writing than Jack did on his. These are the ramblings of a half-tired half-hungry man who spent most of the day writing on the computer already. I hardly reread drafts before I post them, it’s stream of consciousness dad-diary where nothing is decided to clarified.

So who’s it for?
I enjoy that people read it but I think it’s for to have later, years from now. I doubt I’ll ever read it in totality or that Roby will, but one day it’ll all be printed out and we’ll go whoa, I really wrote an awful lot of nonsense, huh? If you wanted to you could maybe get some good insight into where my head was at all those years you were a kid.

I think that’s a good enough reason.