Advertising on my blog, Telemoonfa Time, & what I had for breakfast

Dear Readers,

Just to let you all know, I’m an Independent Blogger, Independent with a capitol “I” Telemoonfa is not controlled by the mainstream news media! Telemoonfa is not controlled by any special interests group! Telemoonfa is free to write what Telemoonfa wants, when Telemoonfa wants, about anything that Telemoonfa wants forever!

Just cuz I wanna! Ha ha ha!

This blog post on Telemoonfa Time, my blog, the blog that you’re reading right now, the blog that I’m writing, is all about how I’m never selling out to the Man. Just so you know, Telemoonfa Time readers, I’ve had a ga-zillion offers by big name companies, gigantic man-eating corporations, trying to get me to put advertisements on Telemoonfa Time, trying to get me to transform Telemoonfa Time from the free-form online sensation it is into a putrid, soulless, marketable commodity.

But Telemoonfa Time is not selling out! I pledge to you that you won’t see any advertisements on Telemoonfa Time! Ever!

RAWR!!!



Sigh…

I think my blog is becoming more and more self-referential. I’m turning constantly inward and inward on my blog- I’m writing to myself about myself on my blog, and then I’m making comments responding to things that I said on my blog. I think the more times I write the words “my blog” on my blog, I think the worse my blog gets.

But that’s like a lot of blogs out there, you know, blogs about nothing, written to nobody. Sometimes I look through random personal blogs and there’s just so much stuff, so much stuff, so much stuff. I really don’t want to get highfalutin, but, uh… I will anyway. T.S. Elliot sort of said in and essay called “Tradition and the Individual Talent” that artists and thinkers shouldn’t be praised for their originality as much as they should be praised for their communication with the great artists and thinkers of the past. Interesting, huh?

So I suppose that to make this blog meaningful, I should write about what other people are talking about, not just obscure self-referential stuff like what I had for breakfast.

Hmmm… what should I write about now?

Oh I know! Today I had some leftover cold cherry cobbler for breakfast.

Sincerely,
Telemoonfa