Disclaimer
My humblest apologies if you were referred here by Jobe under the pretence that it would be entertaining/worth the bandwidth. The pretence, my sweet friends, was false.
Someone I like once suggested I had blog fright, but I think, perhaps, conversational writing just isn’t my style. I sometimes make eyes at the idea of having one of those “SO, today someone says to me, blahdy blahdy blah….etc etc…wry quip...what’s all that ABOUT?” blogs, but its probably best left to the experts.
I keep this thing for the odd occasion that I have something mundane to broadcast to the ether
And sometimes JB eavesdrops.
When it comes to logue, I seem to do better at duo rather than mono. I'm still hung up on that electronic mailing thing that people used to do, too.
And yes, *sigh* ... I have been snared by Tha Spazz... I reckon I'm only barely young enough to be involved, so I'm gonna ride that while I can.
Far out, my disclaimer is longer than any non-meme related post I have written. Fitting, I think.
So, til next we run into each other round the comments of someone elses B-Log, take care.
x
Someone I like once suggested I had blog fright, but I think, perhaps, conversational writing just isn’t my style. I sometimes make eyes at the idea of having one of those “SO, today someone says to me, blahdy blahdy blah….etc etc…wry quip...what’s all that ABOUT?” blogs, but its probably best left to the experts.
I keep this thing for the odd occasion that I have something mundane to broadcast to the ether
And sometimes JB eavesdrops.
When it comes to logue, I seem to do better at duo rather than mono. I'm still hung up on that electronic mailing thing that people used to do, too.
And yes, *sigh* ... I have been snared by Tha Spazz... I reckon I'm only barely young enough to be involved, so I'm gonna ride that while I can.
Far out, my disclaimer is longer than any non-meme related post I have written. Fitting, I think.
So, til next we run into each other round the comments of someone elses B-Log, take care.
x
posted by Q at 11:05 am
4 Comments:
JB enjoys the peace and quiet here.
It's like a library with no books, but the musty book smell still remains.
And that weird guy over in the corner wearing a trenchcoat, watching the ladies while he fiddles with something in his pants pocket (not me).
I LOVE IT
oh man... Jobe, how did you know how much I love that musty book smell??
Goddammit that's the most poetic thing that has ever been written on these abandoned walls. And quite possibly my favourite piece of obscure flattery.
Welcome back, kindly fiddler! [not Bevis]
and Bevis! fancy seeing you here! Just between you and me, I promise if I ever do end up in the general vicinity of the real JB, I'll hook you up, no sweat.
Well! I'll let you all get back to whatever you were doing...
I was checking out the hot librarian.
Phwoarrrr!
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