September 22: Friends With Comments, Early Morning, Brownies

Good morning to all the disciples of Saint Marty.

Last night, a friend made me aware of the fact that she hasn't been able to post any comments on the blog.  I have had similar issues with blogs I follow (really good blogs that I really want to write comments on).  I'm not sure what's going on.  I checked all the settings on Saint Marty, and, as far as I can tell, anyone should be able to comment, anonymously or as a follower.  I think the problem has something to do with the new-fangled editor that Blogger recently implemented.  I apologize for any frustration.  I'm trying to work out the kinks.  Keep trying to comment.  To paraphrase one of my favorite films of all time:  "If you comment, it will come."  (I have no idea what that means, but it's too early to be incredibly witty.)

Yes, it's about 6:08 a.m., and I have been hard at work for about 40 minutes.  Thursday is upon us, and the weekend is looming brightly.  I can't wait for this day to be done.  Bring on Friday!  Currently, there is a half pan of M&M brownies in the lounge that are calling to me.  I can hear them, even though I'm across the hallway from them.  They're saying, "Eat me.  Eat me."  It's either the brownies or the maintenance guy I see every morning who seems to have anger issues.

Saint Marty's going for a walk now.

Eat me, eat me, eat me

Or...

Yo, eat me!

September 15: 5000 Views, Nobel Prize Speculation, Hello Out There

It officially happened.  Sometime in the last twelve hours, Saint Marty crossed the threshold of 5000 pageviews.  That needs to be celebrated in some way.  I may have a drink tonight to kick off the festivities.  For you, the disciples of Saint Marty, you know what it means.  Another contest.  I'm going to have to put a little thought into this one, since it commemorates my rising popularity in the blogosphere (or my imagined rising popularity in the blogopsphere).  Stay tuned this weekend for more details.

For those faithful, long-term followers of Saint Marty (I'm talking to you Wonder Twin), you may be wondering why I haven't even mentioned the upcoming announcement of the winner of the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature at the beginning of October.  No, I haven't forgotten about it.  No, I haven't given up my shallow, deluded fantasies of winning the prize.  No, I don't think a write-in campaign to the Swedish Academy will make a difference this year.  That being said, I have been following different blogs and discussions on the Internet about the possible winners.  All the usual suspects are present.  The Americans most-mentioned are (again) Cormac McCarthy, Philip Roth, Joyce Carol Oates, and Thomas Pynchon.  Frankly, I think the Swedes should give it to Pynchon just so that he'll come out of hiding and let a decent picture of himself be taken.  But, if I were a betting man, and I'm not, I'd be betting on someone obscure to win this year.  Mario Vargas Llosa was a big name in 2010.  Therefore, by following current trends in the Nobel World, this year the prize will go to someone completely (or nearly completely) unknown in the English-speaking world.  Perhaps I should start publishing in ancient Sumerian.  I could write on cuneiform tablets.

As you can tell, I have not changed my ways.  I'm still nursing a secret hope of being able to add those letters after my name:  FNPW.  Famous Nobel Prize Winner.  Let me know what you think my chances are.  (Be kind about it.  I have a fragile ego.)

By the way, I haven't gotten any comments in a long while.  I'm feeling a little lonely.  Is anyone out there?  Hello?  Drop me a comment, please.  Let me know what you like, don't like, absolutely hate about Saint Marty.  I can take just about any kind of nastiness, as long as you tell me I'm the best writer in the world and you can't live without your daily doses of my blog.  Other than that, feel free to say anything you like.

Saint Marty is waiting.

My new poem.  Hope you can read cuneiform.