Weird Tales...of Blogging!

Every time he sat down to blog little men emerged from the drywall behind his computer. They were ferocious little bastards, armed with all manner of minute weaponery--things like thumb tacks, paperclips and--only once--a razor blade. Wasting no time, they would rapel down his monitor and make straight for the poor boy's knuckles.

Usually he would see them coming and, using a rolled up magazine, shoe them back into the chalky matter from which they had emerged. Every so often, however, our hero would find himself so lost in thought that their approach would go unnoticed. The next day his co-workers would speculate as to why the young man's hand's were cut and knicked all to hell.

Maureen insisted he was in some sort of fight club. Maureen--who fancied herself kindred spirits with Helena Bonham Carter. Craig insisted that was bullshit--our protagonist was a nutter...a man child who never out grew high school games like quarters. Barney, who was forty-six, always found these conversations awkward...often ducking out before he was asked synthesize his own wild hypothesis.

But the little white plaster men never really bothered our hero. They were insane enough not to talk about...but exciting enough to make blogging a truly worthwhile adventure. Of course--after that one time--he always made sure to keep his razors in a secure location.