Dear Blogging Public
I spent 1.5 hrs today putting the links into a blog entry that then... disappeared. I have a draft still but it's not ready. Meanwhile my new SAT students need attending to.
I apologize for the lack of fascinating new content. (Not that you all aren't too busy to need to hear my squackings.) Two long posts are near completion, and I have several more in my head if only this pesky need to make ends meet didn't keep getting in the way.
In the meantime, I thought I'd share today's newest addition to search strings with which I can't possibly help:
rhetorical analysis are the homeless crazy
Meanwhile, more people have come looking for {DELETED. DON'T COME LOOKING HERE ANYMORE FOR EROTIC NUBILE NANNIES OR THEIR MORE PROSAIC EQUIVALENTS WHICH I WILL NOT TYPE BECAUSE IT WILL ONLY ENCOURAGE YOU IN YOUR RIDICULOUS WAYS.} and Fucksticks.
All in good time, gentle readers. All in good time.
1 Comments:
"Squawkings"? I have this terrible feeling that I can't really spell well.
I was, though, a member in high school of the Spell Bowl team. Also, I love the documentary Spellbound.
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