Several years ago, when the internet consisted of a single tube, an uncle discovered my Hash House Harrier web site, the Half-Mind Catalog. He bypassed the serious stuff and went straight to the dirtiest, filthiest, nastiest page on the site, something I’d put up for the amusement of my dirty, filthy, nasty friends.
He wrote, not to praise my skills as an on-line editor but to tell me he was shocked . . . literally brought to tears . . . by my sinfulness, and to tell me he’d pray for my salvation.
Last night he registered at my blog. No, not this one, the other one. The dirty, filthy, nasty one!
You know, when I put both blogs on pwoodford.net, a friend told me it was a bad idea. Being too cheap to pay for another domain, I went ahead with a flawed plan. But I must say, in my own defense, that my decision to write two blogs, separating the raunchy stuff from the serious stuff, derived in part from that avuncular experience.
I wrote as soon as I got the registration notice, suggesting to my uncle that he skip the bad blog and register instead at the good blog. But it’s probably too late . . . I’m experiencing a prayed-for feeling. Well, God knows, I could use some praying for.
Welcome to my weblog, Uncle Lindley!
well i’m countering those prayers with hopes of more sinfulness and debauchery cuz it makes for good viacarious living!