I, a supernatural blogger, am writing about magic today. Stuff like this always turns out well for everyone involved.
You see, it was reportedly someone in my body who invented these wonderful blog posts. The idea was supposedly to improve my post figure at the cost of your opportunity to read new content. Because I am lazy.
And then, as can be readily observed, followers of my blog did not spend their time trying to convince me to stop using this same post format. It’s less work-intensive than poems and the repetition can be difficult for readers to unmask. That also shows how I’m inventive.
So I recycle posts because I’m lazy and I recycle posts because I’m inventive. This fits a prominent definition of gibberish wherein the object of gibberish is viewed as conforming to a somethingorother whatever regardless of how it is written.
Seriously. That’s a factual definition. For instance, bloggers stereotypically avoid gibberish because it’s not readable. And when they do go for it, it’s not readable. And no action can break the cycle of incoherence because anything will be twisted around to fit “The Great __________bra Debate Insults My Intelligence.”
And with that in mind, the accusations of impropriety insult my intelligence. There’s simply no way to behave towards blog readers that will not get me identified as somethingorother. That’s not fair.
Even though I really am somethingorother.
Blogger’s note: I really have written four radically similar posts over the past month or so. Here are the other three:
Bras have been strewn all around here lately, and abracadabra gives you two for the price of one.