This must be a bad dream...

Funny story written by Woody Pulps

Tuesday, 27 December 2005

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I dreamt last night that I found this marvelous website that would take my writing submissions and over time I would develop a following of webbies that would seek my brand of humor and become an audience for my "voice."

In my dream I wrote a couple of pieces that were not by best stuff, but I was tired, it was Christmas, and I knew that if I built it they would come.

This morning I awoke and it was not a dream. I had actually written and published a couple of things on The Spoof, an hilarious website of free thinking humorous writers of kindred spirit.

Wow! This was truly great and I felt encouraged. The days of publishing a blog that not even my own friends and family would read, but instead an international audience would hang on my every word.
I was so enthralled. But then as the day progressed not one view came up on the tracking counter. Not even the people who write for The Spoof were reading. It was like being in group therapy and no one was listening, only waiting for their turn to speak.

So now I write this soliloquy out of sadness and fear that indeed the internet that Al Gore invented is not the "Information Highway" he said it was, but little asteroids isolated in outer space waiting to collide with another body, hoping it will be a big collision that fries everyone in its path.

Goodnight, Jupiter, wherever you are.

The funny story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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