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| Therefore (hoti, ergo)Okay, so let's take a vote.
If Tavqyrad were to return to cyber world (not wanting yesillsing to be too lonely), what would the reading public want him to write about?
And here's how we vote: write a comment with a topic or two or however that you'd be interested in a My-Style of post on. If enough people express interest (arbitrary by how much I feel is enough, but the more the unquestionably the merrier), it just might happen. And if there is a recurring theme among the requests, that will become my next post.
If there is no recurring theme, well, then it's whatever strikes my fancy. So, come up with a good one and I'll credit you in my post...almost as exciting as getting a smiley face sticker, ain't it?...
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| And now...If I updated my blog, as if it were a blog, who would notice?
And for those of you who would notice, is it really the best way to communicate with you?
Does it really matter?
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| I think I think, therefore, I ought to be...I also think that I've been quiet for so long that if this entry was simply a random statement like,
"I love the Pope!"
I would be inundated with comments, accolades, and accusations of heresy.
But it's not.
It's an actual blog.
Yes, that's right folks.
A real, actual blog.
You see? It's just like anything else.
You get bored enough, and you do something.
You get hungry enough, and you eat something.
You get lonely enough, and you get married.
Eventually, you get bored and hungry and lonely enough, and you reopen xanga.
How many of you actually remember who this is?
If you know me, you know what's going on in my life, so I don't have to tell you here.
Or else you know my cell number, or have the chutzpah to ask me in a comment.
So I still don't have to tell you here.
But I am existing. Happily existing, happily heterodox. As usual.
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So you can let me know what you think about all that.
But really, no one's hardly on here anymore, it seems.
Everyone's lost in the barren land of Dazebook.
Or LoseTube.
Or SpySpace.
(Oh, trust me--the municipality is on to us.)
It seems that I was but one more victim in the great exodus from Xanga.
Until today.
Not that it makes much difference.
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| Thurber said it best...Run, don't walk, to the nearest desert island.
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Who's YOUR Daddy?
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