Gone the next

Well, no, but this coulda been a post. Which, right now, it’s not going to be.

Originally, this was supposed to be a highly informative post. A must-read. See, it woulda been fun. Interesting. Nuanced. Literary, but not in an alienating, egotistical way.

It would’ve been a highly informative (and also, I might point out, tremendously exciting) post. It would have thrilled you. It would have conveyed to you incredible things, things that would have blown you away, but in a good way.

Unfortunately, the thing I was going to write about, as far as I can tell, doesn’t currently exist. It might exist in the future, and I know for a fact that it existed in the past. But right now? No way.

What I was going to say was something along the lines of, “you know those stories where one person writes one sentence, and then someone else writes the next sentence, and so on? Well,” (I would’ve said) “there’s this site” (I would’ve put the link to the words ‘this site,’ or maybe to something even more interesting) “that puts this into practice; you can suggest a sentence, and then people vote on which one they’d like to pick for the story. It’s kinda neat.”

I would’ve raved and raved about this gimmick, this site, and entreated to you go visit it.

And I would’ve thrown in a whole bunch of extraneous details, bells and whistles to make my description of the thing even more interesting than it would’ve been by itself.

But now?

I ain’t got shit.

[Note: Yes, if the thing ever flickers back into existence, I’ll let you know. Maybe.]