Reflections, or All Those Wasted Hours

Judging by the dodgy statistics available to me, around fifty people read 101 Reasons on an average day (after two months of lazy marketing and word-of-blog). Which is cool, because it shows that amongst the Internet's swelling population of self-important poseurs, intellectual cowards and me-too hacks, there are writers willing to share a laugh at themselves this ridiculous hobby. This is the kind of site I would read, if anyone else had been clever enough to think of it, and your continuing readership indicates to me that you wish you'd thought of it too. I respect you for being able to admit that.

Part of the amusement of writing 101 Reasons is the fascinating responses it draws from people - particularly those who only invest a cursory glance through a telescope from their moral high ground.

I expected from the beginning that some readers would "get it", some would think they get it, and some would grab their pitchforks. What I didn't expect was for some to take an each-way bet, taking umbrage at the notion that the site was perfectly serious, while also decrying the "poor taste" of the humour. It's said that criticism says more about the critic than the subject - in this case, it shows how they don't trust their own ability to detect sarcasm.

I was expecting some name-calling, of course - if you can't handle the idea of some random stranger saying nasty things about you for reasons unknown (or known), stop writing - but I also wasn't expecting for some folks to call me a [random expletive] while admitting that for the most part, they agree. That just seems, well, [random expletive] of them.

Still, it's all PageRank to me, as long as they get the link right.