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How to Dissuade yourself from having a blog

I ran across this article today on how to keep yourself from having a blog.

Basically it says that blogdom is full of tiresome drivel and no one ever reads blogs.

Hello?

Anyone?

(((echo.....echo...))

I'm not buying it.

Ahem. Hello?

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  1. I'm here! Honest. I am. I'm not an illusion but a real live person.

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  2. The people who wrote that article should just shush.

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  3. Obviously written by a wannabe blogger that withered at the first insincere sneer from Vicus. Clearly no British backbone.

    Stay here, Pammy. Do NOT deflect to Wikiwhatsits. Tom couldn't take it. We couldn't be doing with it. And I'd have no-one to direct my nipples at ( I know that should have read 'at whom to direct my nipples' to be grammatically correct but what sort of sucker would fancy such a mouthful?)

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  4. Pammy, do NOT stop blogging, we need you. Also, I tried to leave a voice message but when I called the number it gave me another number for customer service? Sorry, I seem to be challenged in a lot of areas.

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  5. Try again C!!! I'd love to hear your voice.

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  6. Try again C!!! I'd love to hear your voice.

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  7. I'm glad I checked back on this post. I will try, Pamela. Not right now as I have macaroni about to boil but within the next few days.

    Hang in there, lass, the low bits are what make the good bits so good xx

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  8. What a funny out of touch article! To each their own, I always say...

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