blogging: how to

I read some time ago there are something like 100 million blogs in the world. That’s a heck of a lot of zeroes. What that means is, there’s a pretty good chance as you sit in your train carriage or traffic jam of a morning, some of the people around you might be secretly sizing you up, looking for something to write about.

That quiet looking woman with the red scarf you see every morning might be secretly composing her daily post: “I saw a guy on the train this morning with the most ridiculous (insert your least favourite body part here)”.

Alarming, I know.

If the shoe’s on the other foot, so to speak, and you’re the secret blogger: don’t ever admit to it. That’s my advice.

If people know you’re the guy, for example, who wrote this: long krispy kremy run, they look at you oddly, as if they’re secretly picturing your nipples bleeding. It makes for a strange conversation, let me tell you.

Plausible deniability: that’s the trick. Yes, that is my picture, but it wasn’t me. It was someone else impersonating me. That’s what I say.

Toilets
I wrote recently about Americans (queue eyeballs rolling skyward) and how their vegetables have a habit of talking to them. My general jist was that sort of thing doesn’t go down too well over here in Orstralia. They’ve now taken this one step further, as is their wont, and introduced a talking toilet.

I often hear voices on the toilet, but usually they’re from the next room saying stuff like “make sure you leave the seat down” at high volume. I don’t particularly appreciate those voices, and frankly any more would be undesirable.

Thankfully, even the Americans realise this. One guy at that link above said:

If the urinals started talking to me Id just start using the stalls and if the toilets in them started talking to me, well I seriously expect a baseball bat would be involved.

Time to up the medication, methinks.

Running
A couple of lap of Princess Park yesterday. 12k or thereabouts.