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Use this space for notes and reminders to yourself.
This is a private space. Only you will see your notes.
Expiration date is not required, only if you want the note to magically disappear.
A great place to keep your fantastic ideas, like, "Hey! I need to write more sentences about crickets and English gentlemen with unruly beards."
Can’t access my TypePad blog, can’t access my Yahoo mail from my agency’s server, can’t accept an online invitation to Jo’s blog ... life is forcing me to quell boredom by working.
Brain dented, hands throbbing, she grudgingly admired the sun’s sinking with weary patience.
I can’t decide if I should regard my newly-identified blog addiction as basically harmless, like the one I have for caffeine, or as seriously problematic as the one I (used to) have for tobacco.
I’m blogging over here today, because of the horrible trainwreck that is typepad. (http://tragicblogfreeday.blogspot.com/)
One of the scariest things in the modern world is to let a friend know your blog exists.
How many of you can see my fabulous new blog without the old one showing up?
Now that I’m back, I realise how much I missed myself; hopefully, I can manage to stick around for awhile.
Orionoir does Bakerina (so to speak); a long story by ‘mouse; and, Bakerina speaks
my latest blog, proclaiming proudly: kids make art!
If they’d had blogs in the 1950’s, Dagwood Bumstead’s boss, Mr. Dithers, might have given him a good swift kick in the ass for posting at work.
Why aren’t chickens posting on the Internet yet?
Typepad should include a 24-hour cooling off period for the ranting comments you post on other people’s blogs.
Not if you do it the right way, honey.
Blogs are to literacy what (fill in the blank) is to (fill in the blank)
I’m keeping my blog around for the day it becomes retro-hip to have one.
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