That’s how I blog. When I see or hear it, I know what will be my next subject.
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Luis
]]>Frank Paynter wants to know how people blog. He’s getting good answers, too….
]]>Frank Paynter wants to know how people blog. He’s getting good answers, too….
]]>Hear that faint hum like a mosquito? Hear it getting louder and louder until you can make out a distinct scream in your ear and that scream is saying MEME?
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]]>I blog with panache, baby. I blog in slacks and shirt, I blog in jeans and boots, I blog in my pajamas. Well, I don’t actually have honest-to-God pajamas but I blog in my sweats and t-shirt.
I don’t blog while dead drunk or otherwise out of my head. I do blog while imbibing the occasional beer or glass of wine. I do blog ‘tired’ and ‘exhausted’ and I probably should not but (as we used to say in mylong ago studly Marine Corps youth) there it is.
I blog at work (all three of them) I blog at home I even (I blush to admit this but I’m on a roll and damned if I’ll stop now) I blog in the john.
My name is Brian. I am a blogger.
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