Do you ever want to just drive something into falsehood and see what is the echo? It is like how to write these small blog posts. Sometimes falsehood withdraws with a typeo correction or “hey he made me out of his nose”, which I consider the high form of praise. You, sir or madam, are my people.
Let’s be honest: I don’t Is To write this. No angry editor threatens to replace me with an excited cat meme (though, let’s face it, some of these cats are Lot Convinced). I write because this process itself brings happiness. It is as if my fingers are shaking around the keyboard, and occasionally a phrase comes out, which causes me to walk like a caffeine squirrel.
And if you are reading this, okay… now you are involved in my nonsense. Welcome to the ship. You didn’t even get a discount.
This is what I like about the blog -shaped rembing: they are like a small postcard from my mind. No postage necessary. Sometimes insightful, sometimes ridiculous, occasionally joins the squirrel or philosophical jelly bean, but is always sent with excellent intentions and mild confusion.
If it forced you to smile, or think, or reach another sip of something of caffeine, I would love to listen. Not because I Is required Confirmation (I mean, I have a drawer full of gold stars that I arranged for my sock drawers), but because a little interaction feels like a conversation and like screaming “echoes!” In the empty valley
But if you are more than the type of silent reading, that’s good too. I will continue to toss these messages in the digital sea, such as glass bottles such as jokes and half baked metaphors. Message in a blog, if you do.
More soon you have been warned.