I am clearly missing the blogger gene. Perhaps everyone born before 1985 is.
I never eat a cheese sandwhich and post the fact on the web, or notice my armpits look a little like Abe Vigoda and assume there is an audience primed for this update. I read everyone else's blogs and say 'how delightful' or 'poor dear' depending on whether your poodle just learned to waltz or you've vomitted soup on a famous cellist.
Perhaps I simply do not live an interesting enough life to have a public following. Then again, perhaps less is more and my six posts a year are all you can handle. Try and pace yourselves.
Oh, I've just figured it out- it's because when I do write something it's such mind-numbing twaddle that I owe everyone with an internet connection an apology. Sorry people. Have some random emoticons on me.
I never eat a cheese sandwhich and post the fact on the web, or notice my armpits look a little like Abe Vigoda and assume there is an audience primed for this update. I read everyone else's blogs and say 'how delightful' or 'poor dear' depending on whether your poodle just learned to waltz or you've vomitted soup on a famous cellist.
Perhaps I simply do not live an interesting enough life to have a public following. Then again, perhaps less is more and my six posts a year are all you can handle. Try and pace yourselves.
Oh, I've just figured it out- it's because when I do write something it's such mind-numbing twaddle that I owe everyone with an internet connection an apology. Sorry people. Have some random emoticons on me.
People need to sort it out....