Friday, September 25, 2009
A Blogger? A Spy? Got em Guessin
You know you have become a blogger when:
You become an oustsider in your own lil comunity.
These peeple in these parts don't have no clue.
Any time you start sumthin new, different, an all that, all of a sudden the rumer mills start werkin over time.
Cora Lee's, callin Jimmy's wife, who calls the preacher, who's sure you done gone an joined a cult.
Why even, ole Clem's worryin a little.
Everbodys, gonna band together, and try to save you from this evil habit.
You get a little critical cause, sum one is talkin round in circles, an you say hey wake up here, where's the content.
You ran into an old fren, an he says how ya doin Mr.Bob, an you answer, just fine got me forty them there followers now. Then you spend the next twenty minits splainin, no they ain't stalkers.
You git talkin to a neighbor, and discussin stuff whut needs to git done, an say, yeah lets start a thread, an then next thing you know, ever one thinks I've joined a quiltin bee.
You are talkin to peeple that you known fer years, an fer sum reason they can't git a handle, on whut it is your a talkin bout, an you say, sorry let me edit this here text. Next thing you know you've terned into some kinda legal muckedy muck.
You go to the doctors office, think of sumthin funny, an say, got a pen and paper, I can borowey. They see you writen stuff down whut have nuthin to do with, symptems, or doctors advice, just sumthin funny bout fishin, and such. Next thing I know, is I'm werkin for the C.I.A.
You git asked for your number and address, an you give em, your url, and e-mail address. Now ever one starts commin over askin if you can repair their computer.
Man, this bloggin stuff, tellin you folks, all these stories, and such, has really touched a nerve, with these folks here.
Mr. Bob, is now known as the, C.I.A. agent, whut doin the quiltin bee circut. Watch out he has stalkers werkin fer him, an they use their computers to sneak inside your house.
Don't let him have no pen an paper, lessen you want em, grab you up and put you in his crazy cult. Put you on his bloggin farm and brain washin you an all.
Yep, gues I'm a right fine blogger now, just sos you know, hell I ain't nothin but a story teller.
Hugs, to all, headed to the coffee shop. To meet with all my legal, muckedy muck, frens, Who knows may be, your there right now.
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