Blogging
I was glad to see that Barney, the "Old Fat Man," was well enough to write a blog post yesterday. I think that shows how important these blog posts are to us bloggers. They're kinda habit-forming, and once you start, it's hard to stop, especially when you think there are other people actually reading what you write about your life.
Bloggers have different ways of generating content. Which is why some folks call their blog a journal; for others, it's a way to give them something to do or a means to stay in touch with friends and family. Still, for me I've come to look at it more as a diary than anything else, and that's probably because I write about what I'm doing, what I'm thinking, and what I'm thinking about doing, but even with all of those options its still difficult to write something every day, even though I live in a tiny home, with wheels under it so I can take it wherever I want to go, which is kind of a unique way to live.
Now I'm not complaining about writing a blog post every day, fact is I enjoy it, and I don't know what I would do with all of my free time if I didn't wake up every morning knowing that there's 10 people out there patiently waiting for me to post something interesting on my blog, and being able to live with the guilt of knowing I SELDOM post anything interesting on my blog.
theboondork….. Showing an excellent example of how not to write anything interesting.
Big beaver abode
A fancy fisherman risks his life floating fairly close to a big, bad beaver abode. The beaver in this house of sticks must be extremely large and armed with slashing teeth and a tail that can smash large boats to splinters, and is probably none too happy watching this goofy goober stray too close to his happy home. Hopefully this normally bashful beaver will spare this rod and reel nimrod a savage slashing, and a spiteful spanking by his titanic tail.
This is a drawing of a famous movie star named River Phoenix, who, like a lot of famous people, died of a drug overdose at the ripe old age of 23. My daughter drew this picture in high school for her art class. It's about two and a half feet tall and roughly 18 inches wide. But what makes it special is she didn't draw it with lines, she drew it with squiggles... That's right, squiggles. If you zoom into the drawing, you can see that there are no straight lines in it; it’s drawn by hand with a million little squiggles. See the drawing below.
A close-up of the drawing’s eye. Zoom in and you will see a million teeny tiny squiggles, each one drawn by hand. I don't know where she got this talent, but I can assure you it wasn't from me.