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I’m convinced that no good can come from a blog, and yet here we are.

What it comes down to in the end is jealousy. I have too many friends with their own websites and I’m feeling a bit left out. This sort of follow-the-leader thing runs in the family—my Uncle Bill being the leader. When Bill got a satellite dish, all the uncles got satellite dishes. When Bill purchased a digital camera, everyone followed suit. And if Bill ever buys a mail order bride from one of those breakaway Russian republics, rest assured that hot Russkie polygamy will run rampant throughout my extended family.

Things you can expect if you visit here on a regular basis:

  • uninspired web design
  • irregular updates
  • irregular bowel movements
  • stories of my misspent youth
  • stories of my lazy adulthood (also misspent)

That’ll do for now, I think. It’s a feat that I got this far.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Wow. This is a first.
My friend goes and get himself plugged into the blogged world. Crazy stuff.

And here I am, posting in his Blog.
This is seriously unheard of.

Not since the days where Backgammon was popular would you hear of such a thing.

Or maybe you would?

Who knows.

Jorge

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