Powering down

Whoever said the brain is like a muscle was a moron. The brain is more like a giant ballsack, with thoughts, ideas, etc. serving as the sperm. And like a ballsack, the brain needs to be emptied at regular intervals, lest those little swimmers start wreaking havoc around the place. For most average people, talking to others and living their normal, uninteresting lives is enough to keep the skull-semen levels at an appropriate level. I imagine that part of the reason why extremely anti-social people eventually go nuts is because they have no one to mentally facialize.

But for some of us, merely being a Good Citizen who goes to work from 9 to 5 Monday through Friday and having a circle of friends and an adequate sex life isn’t enough to keep the noggin-nuts clear. If you have weird, off-kilter ideas about politics, human nature, sex, and other areas not fit for everyday discussion, you’re in an even bigger jam. Blogging was made for us freaks. Oh sure, you can keep a diary or write secret memoirs or stuff like that, but nobody will ever read your hidden ravings. With a blog, you can have an audience of equally odd folk who might actually ENJOY your offensive opinions. Thanks to the Internet, attention whoredom is no longer the exclusive domain of the rich and restless, but is within reach of the average schmuck.

But while letting the swimmers accumulate isn’t good, ejaculating constantly without giving them time to replace themselves is just as bad. Every guy remembers the days from his teenage years when he discovered how to masturbate. That rush of orgasm was just…soooo…INCREDIBLE…that he spanked his dick as often as he could lock the doors and lube up his hands. Eventually his semen levels got so low from frequent fapping that he would end up cranking his cock at light speed for ten, twenty minutes or more, desperately trying to squeeze out a scant two drops of cum and experience a minuscule amount of bliss. We men’ve all been there, and it’s rather embarrassing in retrospect.

When I started blogging back in July, posting was more or less effortless. I was full of ideas and I could flesh them out in writing in a reasonable amount of time. I’ve had occasional problems, but I’ve generally been able to produce posts seven days a week. Not only that, in the six months that I’ve been writing this damn thing, I’ve accomplished more than the average digital attention whore. My writings have gained a sizable audience and are being widely disseminated across the Internet. I’ve gained the attention of many writers and thinkers that I read and respect, and I’ve even been noticed by one of the big dogs of conservative blogging. I’ve joined up with an online magazine that’s making a huge impact on the blogosphere. Guys have even written to me privately, telling me that I’ve inspired them to start studying game and make a change in their lives. I may still be an ant in the scheme of things, but I’m one of the bigger and bolder ones.

But as of late, I see the quality of my work slipping. Blogging is becoming less of a hobby and more of a chore. My motivation to write has been sapped. My brain-sperm levels are close to empty. Because I don’t want to fall into a habit of writing crap posts for the sole purpose of having posts, and because it annoys me when bloggers I enjoy reading disappear without explanation (*cough cough* Roissy *cough cough* Ganttsquarry *cough cough* Cless Alvein), I’m giving you fair warning - In Mala Fide is going quiet.

I’m not leaving the blogosphere – far from it. I just need a break from the grind. I’ll still be posting, albeit at a infrequent rate. In particular, LIGFY posts will go up Sunday mornings on schedule, largely because they don’t require much effort to put together. If I find interesting articles or news stories, you’ll read my take on them here. And I have some ideas for long-form essays and reviews that, freed from the necessity of posting every day, I can actually get around to writing. Look for them at The Spearhead and in other venues.

I’ll return to daily posting when my cranial testicles are refilled, whether that takes a week or a month or three. The Stupid Girl and Hater of the Month Awards will be up later this week, I can promise that much. Keep me on your RSS readers and blogrolls, because I shall return…