Missing The Moon is just shy of three hundred thousand visitors for its 30 month existence. The goal, originally, was to quit at two thousand hits, and then, flush with what I thought to be an irrational exuberance, that number shifted to ten thousand. With finality, I now am pretty sure that it will go dark at a million visitors. I enjoy doing this, most of the time. Sometimes, less so. There's a lot of balance here. I truly believe that the blog improved vastly once I stopped writing for it. That's ironic, as I'm a good writer. I can't explain it. There's a dumbing-down coefficient, but there has to be more to it than that. I don't promote this site at all, but I'm very glad to see you.
I don't talk much about MTM. 99 percent of the people in my life don't know about it, and I want to keep it that way. People get a glazed look in their eyes, so I quickly shut up. Maybe they're boring. Maybe I'm boring. Missing The Moon is never boring---it is often good, and often bad. Never boring. Is it reflective of me, yes, I think it is. I have a lot of interests, and I want to see things. Possibly you do, too. Or maybe you're just here for the tit videos. I like some of them too. It's not even a question of pandering anymore.
This site is more than just a linkdump, I think. Also, it's just me at the controls, unlike a lot of the better sites out there. I'll take the credit, and I'll take the criticisms too. A mission statement for Missing The Moon has always been to be, in this order: unpretentious, steady, entertaining, good.
Doing this blog has saved my skin. '07 and '08 were very bad years for me. There were a lot of people in my world that were bad and a handful actually wanted to destroy me. I don't know why this is so---there is a purity in honest souls and a malignness in nearly everyone else. A lot of bad things and bad people can cave in a sensitive soul. I started a series called Why Life Is Worth Living Reason # dadada. It's a great feature. I didn't think much about giving in in those years, but things were not good. So I did the blog. I do a lot of other things now, but then I didn't.
And we soldier on. I'd very much like to thank the readers. Say hi if you want, drop me a comment, tell me I'm an asshole, weddings parties anything. Bigger thanks to my friends. Team MTM is very nice and supportive. Biggest props go to Stefan, whose Glastonbury Mannnnnnnn (sic) series have taken on a life of their own. He bestrides the world like a colossus.
As do I. I am a confident, intelligent, sensitive, handsome, strong, and perceptive muthafucker. If you love me, then I love you. If you hate me, I'll be your mirror---You might not like what you see.
My name is Paledave. Welcome to Missing The Moon.
