Note to bloggers: "Never complain, never explain"

Well, maybe not the first, or there would be a dramatic reduction in blogging.

But one thing about blogs that makes this Constant Reader testy are explanations about why the writer isn't writing, such as this one from Wil Wheaton...

I've got a huge trip report from the WPT Invitational slipping around in my brain, but so many incredible things happened while I was there, I'm still trying to get my head around it.

and this series from Iggy at Guinness and Poker...

Again, so much to blog about but instead of a Workplace-Destroying-Guinness-Fueled uber-post, I've got something much different.

Dernit, I just came home and was setting up (drinking a Guinness) to write an uber-post when Al mentions the RGP HORSE tournament starting in a few on Full Tilt Poker. How can I pass up my first chance at a HORSE tourney? Answer: I can't.

Anyway, I'll try to write up an uber-post in the next few days, but for now, I wanted to repost the entire Losers tale in one post, for posterity's and easy linking sake.

Oddly enough, I much prefer to write about poker after a big losing session; so no insights tonight.

This isn't to beat up on either Wil or Iggy, both of who have blogs I (obviously) like to read. Both have valid reasons not to write... like a life. But you know what, guys? I don't want to hear about why you're not writing whatever it is you think you should be writing. There's nothing more boring than hearing a writer write about why s/he isn't writing. Take it from one who knows.

Just don't write anything. And if/when you do write something, then we'll read it, But stop with all the "dog ate my homework" postings, okay?

And while I'm on a rant, I'm thinking about starting a "Let's put Iggy back to work" campaign, as the guy, while trying his damnedest, obviously isn't cut out to be a degenerate gambler. His blog hasn't been the same since he quit his job to try his hand at being a full-time poker player. All we get are excuses, massive re-postings of postings from RGP, now he's even taken to cribbing from The New York Times, for God's sake. And, even worse, apparently working off the theory that you can make more money selling groceries to the gold miners than mining yourself, he's co-written an e-book.

Oh, the humanity.

So, let's save Iggy from himself, o gentle readers, and find him something productive to do, so he won't do it and instead do what he should be doing, blogging. Let's Put Iggy Back to Work.