A whole year, only two posts?

 Holy shit.

Well, I know what my resolution for this year's gonna be... Actually, no, stop. See, if I suddenly promise you that I'll be more productive on this blog next year, that means this blog will fizzle out of existence.

No, there's only one way to ensure this blog's continued existence. Is it perseverance, introspection, a reevaluation of why I'm doing this, and where I want to take the blog from here?

Pfft, fuck no! It's time for a blood sacrifice.

That's right, we’re doin’ this shit Aztec style: to nourish the lifeblood of this blog, I'm going to look through previous entries, and ritualistically slaughter an entity described in one of the posts. First, I’m going to round up some potential candidates for the slaughter, and each one is going to make its case as to why I should let them live another day.

Alt Text

Alt text, the one feature we all love to hate. Or maybe we just hate it. It's an anal-retentive's worst nightmare, to say the least.

It'd be such an aggravation, if I included it.

And yet, on the other hand, the feature is just there, taunting me.

"Use me, you coward!" it cries out.

"But, I don't dare betray my readership!" I protest. "Were I to include alt text, my readers would have a moment of crisis. I've hidden something from them, and now that they understand this, they'll be compelled to go back and find every single alt text. And Gosh help them if I do it inconsistently. Like, if I only put in one Alt Text every so often, and then they check them only to repeatedly find there's nothing there. Then, they stop checking, only for me to finally include one. AS A CONSCIENTIOUS PERSON, I CANNOT CONDONE THIS!"

"Paph, that's an entire paragraph you wrote in quotes. Please get help."

And that's why I'll now list every Alt Text I ever write for this blog here in this post, from now on.

[None yet. Watch this space! ... Or don't.]