Long time readers will know that last May I spent the entire month blogging about nothing but Star Wars on the flimsy premise that people often regard the fourth of May as ‘Star Wars Day’ (because you can say ‘May the Fourth be with you’ on that day and only a few people will think you are weird). I extended that concept to the whole month, partly for a bit of a laugh and partly because I was, like so many people, struggling to adjust to a world in which a pandemic was an actual thing, as opposed to the stuff of history and dystopian fiction. The title of this post is little nod to my Star Wars themed folly, but I won’t be doing it again this year.
Although I might do a little retrospective of my Star Wars retrospective on May the Fourth. Every year. Forever more.
Content is content after all.
But today is my first proper post since I completed my A-Z of noughties music, which dominated April, and thus today I must determine the immediate future direction of the outpourings on these pages. I’m still in the midst of a self-imposed haiku ban, having overused that particular strategy to complete a year of consecutive daily blogging, an earth-shattering feat, which I achieved in March of this year.
Without haikus and other similar syllable-based poetry to fall back on, it seems unlikely that I will continue to blog daily and so I must commit to blogging a little less often. But if we allow other forms of bad poetry, then I think I can probably still achieve multiple posts a week. Which is important because the algorithms that follow my blog mainly favour quantity over quality and I do want to cater for my key demographic. For the small number of regular readers that are actual people, I will try and achieve a little quality from time to time. I can’t make any promises about the success of those endeavours but you can rest assured that at least 50% of my posts will not be ‘intentionally bad’.
I also have a couple of blogging milestones coming up, which I will celebrate ironically on these pages with the kind of world-weary cynicism, which I like to think people associate with my writing. But because I am a hypocrite, I will also be secretly quite pleased with myself for hitting those milestones even as I’m pretending not to care.
Anyway, the point, if indeed there is a point, is that the blog will go on.
Which should delight the bots, if no-one else.
But now I must return to the enjoyment of a bank holiday weekend, which even during corona-times is nothing to be sneezed at.
Well not in public anyway.