Blob(g)lob

right. i know. that sounds so cool your pants are creeping up yer butt with excitement. (um. yes. i am aware this is not such a good analogy. shut it.) here's how it works: you are you. step one, you're with me, good; step two, you have things to say but hell, having a blog is a lot of pressure. what if, like me, you just don't have anything to say for a week at a time? no thank you! that's a bad blog. you'd get a D in blogging. but yet... sometimes you have things to say! oh, the agony!

what if, someone gave you permission to guest-blog whenever you felt like it (with a few easy-parcheesi stipulations)? so when you felt like being a blogger you could just drop on by, no pressure?

well, now you can!

yep. you want a password to add posts to the glob? just send me an email and i'll give you one.

the fine print:
1) i must know who the hell you are.
2) you cannot post too often or i will suggest you get your own damn blog.
3) you must not spell masturbate as masterbate. really. you do it every day. learn to spell it.
4) you must have the goodness in your heart and the editor in your head; i don't want no long rambling treatises on hippie power: true stories about you and genuine exposed emotions only. particularly if you tend to embarrass yourself in public frequently.
5) other things, which i have not yet thought of!

okay. maybe this is a crappy idea. but maybe...

maybe it will be fun. think of it like Happy Days; you could be chachi and, if you're good enough (to joannie) get your very own spin-off blog! then i could be like the Fonz. except i will not live above your garage, so don't ask.

or maybe you will all irritate the hell out of me and i will cruelly delete all your posts or edit them to make you sound like a glue-sniffer.

whatever. it's hot out.

you want in? bring it.