When I returned to the Garbage Can Perched on Top of a Roof, there was a man in my office.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"My blog ranking is in the top thousand of bloggers, that's who I am."
Getting, all psychoanalytical on him I said, "I don't want to know what valuable accomplishments you have achieved, I want to know who you are."
He got real close to me and said, "My watch is worth more than your car, that's who I am."
"You mean blue book? Because that isn't really that impressive." But I wasn't getting through to him. So I tried a different approach. "What are you doing here?"
"Sit down," the Alec Baldwin-Like figure said.
I sat.
"I'm here because Mitch and Murray from Blogspot asked me to come over here. They asked me to tell you that your numbers are down. Comments are down, links are down. Mitch and Murray doubt that people are reading if it isn't perfectly clear that Comrade K or that anagram girl are writing. "
"Look, I was going to get my act together, but day light savings time."
"Well you better make up for it tonight. Even if it means you only get 14 hours of sleep.Because Mitch and Murray are having a contest. First prize is you get to keep your blog. Know what second prize is? You're fired."
"What's third prize?" I asked.
He didn't answer me, but I got the distinct impression it isn't going to be good.
