You should write, they say.
We keep your emails, they say.
Publish them when I'm dead, and make your fortune, I reply.
However, it's difficult to resist the opportunity to run off at the fingers, so one has decided to give blogging a crack.
Let's see what happens.
Blogging is a mixed bag. Sometimes you come up with something you think is really great, and a few months you re-read it and wonder what you were thinking. Other times you write something you regard as a casual and not very profound thought and when you look at it later you wonder how you could be such a deep thinker.
ReplyDeleteOne suggestion:
Blogging and Foster's lager or wine don't mix very well. I speak from experience.
I've always thought that 'in vino veritas' was a crock.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I'm sober now, so how about a goat story?
The only fault in'my breeding season was that my Chief Goat, an elderly maiden lady of strong character, managed to get herself up the duff. I feared for her health, and my sanity, but she produced twin does yesterday morning.
Lovely work, and thank you very much.....
But then the fun started. Feed them? She said....I'm supposed to do WHAT? She continued, looking revolted and retreating smartly from the scene. My Figure would be Ruined, I could hear her muttering, as she headed for the hills. I believe she only wanted the things in the first place because, as all the other girls have them, they must be the fashion accessory de jour - you know, handy for photo ops and the like.
So, out come the bottles and teats, and I'm now my Chief Goat's unpaid nanny. I hope the old bat's tits hurt.
Kids are thriving, and there is this consolation, that, removed from their mother's influence, they won't grow up as mad as she is.
Our newspapers are rightly full of items on the butchering, by the state government, of our public health system. The latest report states that ward pantries are to be closed, so that nurses will not be able to make tea, coffee or whatever for patients. Not so, cried the CEO, leaping to the defence of bureaucracy: 'dietary appropriate beverages' will be available.
ReplyDeleteYe Gods: not content with slaughtering health care, they have now set about murdering our language. The only ingredient missing from that phrase, for the brewing of the perfect cup of Verbal Sludge, is 'culturally'. It's the sort of jargon that has one reaching for the brandy, whether 'dietary appropriate' or not.
Dearest Julie,
ReplyDeleteYou know for a fact that you are my favorite Australian and that I think that you are miles smarter than this old machinist. But I think you don't quite get this whole blog thing.
I blog is a place where you are supposed to express your opinions or interests or write a story. It is not a place where you post one entry and then reply to comments. Your blog is like your diary, your soapbox, a recounting of your adventures with your dogs or goats or the ER, or (to use New York talk), whatever.
Your November 6 reply to a comment should have been a blog entry instead of a reply.
This gray-haired dope has two blogs. One is an opinion/current events blog that will probably end our friendship:
http://bloodynib.blogspot.com/
And another blog that was the start of my great detective novel:
http://mrbarnett.blogspot.com/
To reply to a blog entry is a great thing, but it is a reply to one person. A blog entry is a shout to the world and the idiocy of the same.
To put it another way, a reply is a whisper to a friend. An entry is a pamphlet.