3/31/09

Remember when writing was a gentleman’s pursuit? Now-a-days every fool with a computer thinks everybody should hear about the funny thing their cat threw up on the rug. The blog machine harkens back to a time when writing was so damn difficult nobody did it unless they had some serious things to say like, 'Dear loving husband, I have missed you these past 2 years. A lot has changed since our last correspondence; I seem to have contracted tuberculosis, and our dear son Todd was crushed by a crate of oranges working down on the docks, but his employer was generous enough to give us two weeks of Todd's wages in return. Now we can afford to have Jennifer’s leg amputated before the infection kills her, so all in all things are going well.' Times were tougher back then, but fortunately with the new virtual typewriter, or blog-machine for those of you familiar with the latest street lingo, makes it easy to share your goings-on a what-nots with the rest of the world with all the style of a 1915 Corona Typewriter. Blog away friends... blog away!

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