Unfocused Content

I try to keep an open mind about stuff, but honestly you people are sick. I was checking my blog stats for keywords that led people here, because that is what successful bloggers do. I don’t want you to think I get hung up on stats and search engine optimization and stuff - that is so not what I am about. My only purpose here is to share my thoughts with you about life, family and penguin sex.

The latter is a recent addition to the list of purposes, based on the aforementioned search terms that led people to my blog. Some of you may remember that I did a heart-warming piece last winter about the love that is so openly expressed during the winter months at the Denver Zoo. Yes, I talked about penguin boinking, but in a completely wholesome and natural way.

But, someone actually typed ‘penguins having sex’ into their search engine of choice, and that piece came up in the search. Now, I’m not judging the miscreant freak that was searching for that particular subject. I suspect that we all have a kinkier side that we don’t share with our co-workers or mental health professionals, but that does come out occasionally when we are alone in our basement or sitting in traffic.

What this means, in terms of me meeting my goal of pleasing people and writing what people want to read, is that what I have suspected for many years is now confirmed. No one really cares much about music or news or books or cute kid things. Sure there are the forty-something Midwest housewife ad-clickers who enjoy a laugh over some shared child-behavioral scenario, but for the most part, people just want to read about other people doing it - or in some cases, other species.

As committed as I am to providing to you, the reader, what you want, I am going to take a serious look at going that direction with my writings. It might take me a month or two to fully switch over; I am not extremely familiar with the genre, having spent most of my internet time exploring cute puppy videos and knitting sites.

In the interim, I expect to sprinkle some of the dirty talk in my otherwise wholesome, family-oriented writings. For instance, perhaps in my upcoming piece about my daughter’s 12 birthday, I can mention that she is only four years younger than Jamie Lynn Spears, a known fornicator and soon-to-be mother. That might lead me down the all-too-familiar path that many dads have taken when their daughters reach the teen years - the “does Home Depot sell window bars” path.

But, I’m willing to go there if it means you will like me more.

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