*two buff guys carrying a box that says "VLOGS" past much of the Writing About Writing staff*
Chris: That definitely goes in the pile.
Cedrick: You sure?
Chris: Three posts a week? We're not going to have time to get back to VLOGS. Some things have got to go, my eight-armed friend. It's time to clean house, and some things have to go.
Cedrick: Do you have to get rid of it though?
Chris: A lot of this stuff will still exist. And we might even make more. We'll just fold it into other posts. I mean, do we really need a whole category and menu and stress over something we've written three articles about in the last seven years?
Cedrick: Some of the guest bloggers are a little nervous.
Chris: Well, some of them should be. I need you to fire Twizlefizzlepop and The Pointer Sisters.
Chris: Come on. They were totally our most problematic segments.
Cedrick: Yeah, but....
Chris: Look, both of them had great input. I liked them. But if we're cutting our posts down by about half, we have to be honest about the fact that we weren't really doing them anyway. And a bit with a book recommender who used to be a pimp before becoming a feminist was ALWAYS going to be a tough sell. We have to get rid of some of this stuff. It was just....raw ambition.
Leela Bruce: You know what getting rid of The Pointer Sisters means?
Chris: I believe it means....you're back on protest hiatus because of the "sausage fest" that is the guest bloggers around here.
Leela Bruce: The ones that exist outside of the compound are great, but the ones that live here....
Chris: I got it. Too many dudes dudily duding up the place.
Leela Bruce: As long as we're on the same page. And I don't have to kick open your door.
Cedrick: Please call it a dor. We honor the great Dor around here.
Leela: How can you HEAR what I call it?
Cedrick: I just can. Now....Chris...are you sure about firing those guest bloggers?
Chris: Let's be real. Three posts a week. We weren't getting to them anyway. And we can fold the links into a Potpourri if we really want links. It's time to make tough choices. At six posts a week, we could pretend we were getting around to all that stuff any minute. At three....we gotta be more––oh hey (*shouting at the movers*) no...NO! Leave The Mailboxes where they are, those aren't going anywhere.
Mover: You have stars all over the Social Justice Bard stuff? What's that about?
Chris: Okay, I need two of those boxes put into my car. I'm going to pretty much move them over to Facebook and Tumblr; keep them there, but one box stays here. We're not getting rid of it completely.
Mover: Chicken soup?
Mover: Grounded Parents?
Mover: Ace of Geeks
Chris: *deep sigh* Pile.
Mover: Ivory Tower?
Chris: Defending or attacking? Actually it doesn't matter: pile.
Mover: Fortune cookies?
Chris: Keep. Those shouldn't even be in boxes. What the hell?
Chris: Unnnnnngh.....let's pretend I'm going to finish it––keep.
Mover: And you want everything else? Prompts? Product reviews? Polls? Patreon appeals posts where you beg for money each month because otherwise you'll have to keep going on a zillion side gigs and have less time to write? [By the way, this is it for this month, so please sign up to throw us a dollar or five a month if you like what we do here so we don't have to keep doing a zillion side gigs to keep the bills paid and can do more writing...for YOU!]
Chris: Keep it all. Unless you can get rid of the Jurassic-Park-Style velociraptor on the third floor with the eye laser.
Mover: *blinks in anime*
Chris: Yeah, okay. I should probably not press my luck since you're willing to be paid for this job with only cheese.
Mover: And Pizza Hut coupons. Very important! I'm a big fan of cheese, but if me and my whole crew can't upgrade our medium pizzas to larges for only a dollar, we're out like trout.
Chris: Wouldn't want that.
Chris: Okay then.....AND Pizza Hut coupons.
Mover: That's it, then. We're all done.
Chris: Okay, well, if that's it, let's get this show on the road.
*the boxes have all been loaded up on a boat which Chris pushes out to sea
Leela Bruce produces a bow and quarrel arrow, lights it, and fires a burning arrow into the boat, flames ravenously consume the boxes and boat as it floats further out to sea*
Chris: From the imagination we came. From hopes and dreams...and ambitions. From stories we were given life. And to the imagination we will return. From now, till the end of time. We therefore commit these stories to the deep.
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