Q:Am I really welcome to your psychosis?
A: Indeed. Misery loves company.
Q: What is this "Follow by Email" crap you stuck over here at the left hand side?
A: I'm not totally sure but I think it's for if you'd like to receive an email when I stick something on here.
Q: Will it give me a virus?
A: No but you may get ringworm.
Q: What do the "sociable" buttons do?
A: They socialize you. It's for people who don't get out much due to their own psychosis. You can Digg or Stumble Upon, Twitter, or Facebook this blog to your friends, but only if you really want to. There is no Evil Blog Dicatator who is going to make you. I'm actually surprised that enough people (all three of you) are reading this that I need to do a FAQ post.
Q: Do you have other stuff on here, like old posts, or is it just this drivel?
A: Oh, it's all drivel but if you look at the left hand side, then scroll down, underneath Old Fat Gladys you will see where it says "archives". Click around there and you will find even MORE drivel to enthrall and delight.
Q: Why are there ads listed here also? Are you a sellout?
A: Yes. But not a very good one. For me to make any money requires people to be interested enough in those ads to actually click on them. And I know I never click on any ads, so unless it's something you're really interested in, I don't expect you to either. Plus it would probably take 10,000 clicks to equal a dollar so I'm not too worried about it.
Q: Shouldn't you be downstairs making sure your supper isn't burning?
A: Yes. But you are more important to me than my beef flavored Ramen noodles.
Q: I thought the Schwan's man was just there. Didn't you get something from him? Why aren't you cooking that?
A: He was. We're really having hamburgers and french fries. I was just kidding about the Ramen noodles so you'd feel bad and start clicking on ads.
Q: That's not cool.
A: Sorry.
Q: Sometimes I want to leave a comment. Can I?
A: Yes! Please do! It's been so long since I set this up that I can't remember exactly what it asks you, but I think you have type in some of those letters and numbers that look like they're reflecting from a fun house mirror. I really don't remember.
Q: What good are you then?
A: Not much apparently.
1 comment:
Ah, that old car smell. I remember the 1970 green truck with black (imagine that) interior....and we converted it to automatic transmission, so there was a hole in the floor where you could see the road while riding in it. Don't worry, it was just for hauling hay and such...LOL. I remember when my pap was in the hospital in Hershey when my cousins & I rode the WHOLE way down the turnpike in the back (behind the back seat) of an old Jeep Wagoneer (the one with the wood paneling on the side). I was 3-4. Loved the tunnels.
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