The Internet is for Porn

That's the title of a song from "Avenue Q," a musical now playing on Broadway. In New York City. The city we just returned from Wednesday night. A city that - combined with traveling - is to blame for a cold keeping me from...tons and tons of copious physical activities that I do everyday? I guess I'll just have to blog, edit, and surf the web. What a change in lifestyle.

But let's get back to Avenue Q.

Avenue Q is a musical that we did not get to see, because we were only in New York for one in a half days. But the title should hopefully drive more hits to The Brothel. We've been hurting for hits since Michael Phelps got dry.

And I'm not talking about his drinking.

But maybe I should be? Will that bring readers to The Brothel?

I know, I should care more about content than about hits. Develop a strong, regular readership. Blah blah blah.

"Blah blah blah"...that reminds me. I met a guy in Baltimore who covers Phelps. Maybe I'll blog about that in the upcoming days when I blog about Klaus Varley's 2008 trip to the East Coast.

For now, I'm off to eat/drink more soup. This has been a semi-rational posting from a less-than healthy Brothel co-founder. The New York, DC, and Baltimore stories are coming next week. Promise.

-KV

The Internet makes you dizzy and disoriented

THE INTERNET MAKES YOU DIZZY AND DISORIENTED
by Klaus Varley

I've spent the last fifteen minutes on the Internet, not looking for what I came online to find. (The hours the rec pool is open. These things are important.)

But I'm not going to look just yet.

Instead, I check out statistics on The Brothel, realize that the Kill Bill piece is WAY too long, and think I need to write something to bury it.

Maybe a piece about procrastination.

Damn, what did I come on the Internet to do?

Oh yeah, pool hours.

But that seems lame.

I'm just going to write a little bit.

Just a little bit.

Then look for pool hours.

...

Okay, that's a little bit.

Stop writing now, Klaus.

Look for the hours.

Look for the hours.

You're writing.

Not looking for pool hours.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Not yet.

...

Okay, now.

...

After I sign this.

And check my email.

Just one more time.

-KV