Although eventually deciding against the idea - the 'nays' always triumph in my world - I had briefly considered rebranding this blog. No longer confronted by the idle thoughts of American Fez, readers would be exposed to the murky wisdom of The Tench instead.
Tench, of course, are freshwater bottom-feeders; poor men's carp. Like all fish, they look as though they'd have a lot to say for themselves if they could speak. Alas, whatever wise words such piscine interlocutors might divulge can be nothing but a muddy secret at the bottom of a stagnant pond.
Suffice it to say, I could envision this blog as an appropriate interface for the tench's dark watered, sub-lily pad, snail-encrusted musings. But it was not to be. After all, at the end of the day, who gives a damn what this thing is called?
Steve Sailer probably cares what this thing is called. If its name is changed, he'll surely want to revise the link to it on his homepage. "Funny - American Fez" to "Wry - Tench", perhaps.
Posted by: John | October 15, 2015 at 08:51
Ha! That is very kind of you to say so.
Posted by: stephenesque | October 15, 2015 at 09:18