One of My Favorite Bloggers Says Good-bye
His farewell post was written just a few hours ago, or yesterday, I never know because I’m not really sure where Ireland is.
It was done as a joke. It was also done as an experiment, because I knew nothing about blogging.
If I had read other blogs before starting this, I might have adopted a completely different style. But I knew nothing, so just wrote whatever came into my head.
It has been a bit of a roller coaster of a ride. It has made me many friends; some real, some virtual. I have been introduced to the world of podcasting. I have been asked to write for the Irish Times. I have appeared on television. All because of the blog.
I started blogging last March with the same attitude and for the same reasons. I also would have come at this with a different style. I would have taken Grandad’s style which is snipppets from real life: hitting turds at his neighbor’s house, shooting tourists, sending tourists to the bog when they asked directions, etc.
Its easy to write a blog like his. Writing a blog like mine is much harder.
It hasn’t been hard work, because I enjoyed it.
I base many of my observations on pure fiction. Most of my posts are pure fiction. It is much harder to mislead readers. Plus, I really hate blogging. I only do it because my Best Half said I needed a hobby. She didn’t consider looking at porn suitable. Yelling at the TV, while enjoyable, even gets a little aggravating to her.
So even though Grandad has bid us farewell after reaching 17,000 visitors last week, he won’t be missed. Curmudgeons are a dime a dozen. Besides, there is always K8 the Gr8, who is taller and prettier than Grandad (when she shaves.)
Farewell Grandad. Air In Your Bra.
God Bless America!
May I have your inventory of pixels? I am going to continue until one year or I reach 17,000 visitors total.
Oy! I never said I was quitting.
If you meet with people, do you say goodbye when you part? [Of course you don’t – you’re American!] Does that mean you are never going to speak to them again? Of course not. I was just being polite. That’s all.
God Save America.
P.S. You can’t have my pixels. They’re mine. Go get your own…
Haven’t you got egg on your face?
And do you really hate blogging?
No, and no.
Hi Priscilla. Thank you. I like to take shots at Grandad, he’s such an easy target!
with a shotgun or a bow and arrow?