Tuesday, June 22, 2004
The Bloggist: A bloggers blogging magazine
From the always fertile and creative mind of Jeremy Wright, creator of the must read Ensight blog, springs forth The Bloggist.
So what you say?
A magazine filled with blog posts?
What The Bloggist could be is a transitional step between the traditional media and blogs.
The linking of the mainstream print media, with the more cutting edge blogs, could result in a synergy that pulls blogs completely into the mainstream of media.
One little startup magazine can't possibly do all of that, of course. It does represent an important first step, toward blogs and bloggers receiving the same regard, as the other mainstream media.
For better or for worse.
The definition of media would then consist of print newspapers and magazines, television, radio...and blogs.
By displaying their writing skills and talent, before a wider and often not online audience, bloggers can gain the recognition they so richly deserve.
Whether The Bloggist remains an online magazine, or develops a print version as well, it will be a success no matter how it turns out in the end.
Due to its bold approach to journalism, The Bloggist represents a milestone in the evolution of the media.
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So what you say?
A magazine filled with blog posts?
What The Bloggist could be is a transitional step between the traditional media and blogs.
The linking of the mainstream print media, with the more cutting edge blogs, could result in a synergy that pulls blogs completely into the mainstream of media.
One little startup magazine can't possibly do all of that, of course. It does represent an important first step, toward blogs and bloggers receiving the same regard, as the other mainstream media.
For better or for worse.
The definition of media would then consist of print newspapers and magazines, television, radio...and blogs.
By displaying their writing skills and talent, before a wider and often not online audience, bloggers can gain the recognition they so richly deserve.
Whether The Bloggist remains an online magazine, or develops a print version as well, it will be a success no matter how it turns out in the end.
Due to its bold approach to journalism, The Bloggist represents a milestone in the evolution of the media.
Comments
Monday, June 21, 2004
Carnival of the Capitalists is now in session
At Blog Business World, I'm hosting an internet event called Carnival of the Capitalists.
Every week, a different business or political blog hosts the Carnival. Because of its popularity, any one blog is only allowed to host it once a year. To be included as a host is a real honour.
More general information on the Carnival can be found here.
This week was my turn to host the event.
Included in the blogs entered, are posts written on entrepreneurship and small business, marketing, politics, and on the economy in general.
Many of these posts are written by some of the leading bloggers on the internet.
Since taking care of business is a very important part of life, unless you are like Mr. Flapdoodle (and who isn't?!), I would suggest boogying on over to my Blog Business World hosting of Carnival of the Capitalists.
The reading list is well worth your time. The discovery of some great new blogs alone makes it a real treat for you.
Besides, who can resist a trip to a Carnival ? Comments
Every week, a different business or political blog hosts the Carnival. Because of its popularity, any one blog is only allowed to host it once a year. To be included as a host is a real honour.
More general information on the Carnival can be found here.
This week was my turn to host the event.
Included in the blogs entered, are posts written on entrepreneurship and small business, marketing, politics, and on the economy in general.
Many of these posts are written by some of the leading bloggers on the internet.
Since taking care of business is a very important part of life, unless you are like Mr. Flapdoodle (and who isn't?!), I would suggest boogying on over to my Blog Business World hosting of Carnival of the Capitalists.
The reading list is well worth your time. The discovery of some great new blogs alone makes it a real treat for you.
Besides, who can resist a trip to a Carnival ? Comments
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Dining in the din
Mr. Codswallop: Have you prepared our luncheon as of yet?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Hot dogs are on.
Mr. Codswallop: Are you suggesting that what you refer to as hot dogs are what will constitute our meal?
Mr. Flapdoodle: And french fries too.
Mr. Codswallop: You certainly are a culinary marvel.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Good thing there are no ladies or children here with that kind of language.
Mr. Codswallop: Have you any idea at all what is used in the manufacture of weiners?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't read the packages.
Mr. Codswallop: It is my understanding that it is all byproduct and chemicals.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't care what the private life of the workers is, just as long as they make the hot dogs.
Mr. Codswallop: Byproduct is the leftover pieces from the packing process.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There is no need for you to insult those with alternative lifestyles, as you once told me was the polite term.
Mr. Codswallop: There is no regular meat in a hot dog.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, it's close enough for the ball park. That's good enough for me.
Mr. Codswallop: Your tastes in everything are so plebian.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I didn't know you talked French. Glad I have some oven french fries baking.
Mr. Codswallop: Where do you find these alleged food items?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The cheapest place I can find. I like to save.
Mr. Codswallop: What else are you offering in this gourmet feast?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Lots of mustard and ketchup.
Mr. Codswallop: Ketchup is one of the most vile concoctions ever devised by humanity.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You're right ketchup is a food group. Comments
Mr. Flapdoodle: Hot dogs are on.
Mr. Codswallop: Are you suggesting that what you refer to as hot dogs are what will constitute our meal?
Mr. Flapdoodle: And french fries too.
Mr. Codswallop: You certainly are a culinary marvel.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Good thing there are no ladies or children here with that kind of language.
Mr. Codswallop: Have you any idea at all what is used in the manufacture of weiners?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't read the packages.
Mr. Codswallop: It is my understanding that it is all byproduct and chemicals.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't care what the private life of the workers is, just as long as they make the hot dogs.
Mr. Codswallop: Byproduct is the leftover pieces from the packing process.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There is no need for you to insult those with alternative lifestyles, as you once told me was the polite term.
Mr. Codswallop: There is no regular meat in a hot dog.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, it's close enough for the ball park. That's good enough for me.
Mr. Codswallop: Your tastes in everything are so plebian.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I didn't know you talked French. Glad I have some oven french fries baking.
Mr. Codswallop: Where do you find these alleged food items?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The cheapest place I can find. I like to save.
Mr. Codswallop: What else are you offering in this gourmet feast?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Lots of mustard and ketchup.
Mr. Codswallop: Ketchup is one of the most vile concoctions ever devised by humanity.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You're right ketchup is a food group. Comments
Friday, June 18, 2004
Taking a holiday from non-work
Mr. Flapdoodle: I am taking a vacation.
Mr. Codswallop: How can you take a vacation when you never had a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I worked hard at finding work and now I need to rest.
Mr. Codswallop: You never found any gainful employment.
Mr. Flapdoodle: See, I need a vacation after all.
Mr. Codswallop: How did you reach that illogical conclusion?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I needed a holiday to get freshened up for more job search.
Mr. Codswallop: Your entire life is one long holiday. Comments
Mr. Codswallop: How can you take a vacation when you never had a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I worked hard at finding work and now I need to rest.
Mr. Codswallop: You never found any gainful employment.
Mr. Flapdoodle: See, I need a vacation after all.
Mr. Codswallop: How did you reach that illogical conclusion?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I needed a holiday to get freshened up for more job search.
Mr. Codswallop: Your entire life is one long holiday. Comments
Thursday, June 17, 2004
Interviewing and mainly brewing
Mr. Codswallop: How did you fare in your employment interview?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Was that what it was?
Mr. Codswallop: When you apply for a position, it is customary to have a discussion of your background and skills with a potential employer.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was never much on customs, and I don't show my background in public.
Mr. Codswallop: All that is necessary is to answer the questions honestly and show some enthusiasm.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I gave honest answers but that didn't help and I don't show my enthusiasm in public either.
Mr. Codswallop: I fail to see how being truthful in your responses could do you harm.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The guy asked me why I want to work for them.
Mr. Codswallop: That is a fine interview question. Your ideal answer would be summarize what you have done in the past and tell them what you can do for them in the future.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I answered with the truth. I told him I didn't want to work for them at all.
Mr. Codswallop: I can't believe you actually made that statement in an interview.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You told me to tell the truth. That what I've done stuff you said is not true. I never did anything before.
Mr. Codswallop: You could at least have displayed interest in the job, and a willingness to learn.
Mr. Flapdoodle: But I wasn't interested in the job and didn't want to learn. That's the truth and that's what I told him.
Mr. Codswallop: What sort of work was involved in the job anyway?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I have no idea but he said I had to be there at 6:00 am.
Mr. Codswallop: You did not like the job because of the hours?
Mr. Flapdoodle: How am I supposed to get out of bed for that time. That's not for me.
Mr. Codswallop: You simply cannot expect the employer to accomodate your laziness.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He did. He told me to get lost and never come back.
Mr. Codswallop: You still have never said what the job duties entailed.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I never asked.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps we will have more success on the next interview.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Be sure to find out the hours. I don't want early and I don't want long.
Mr. Codswallop: You might not have any choice.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As you said, as long as I tell the truth, I have nothing to worry about.
Mr. Codswallop: Me and my big mouth!
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Mr. Flapdoodle: Was that what it was?
Mr. Codswallop: When you apply for a position, it is customary to have a discussion of your background and skills with a potential employer.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was never much on customs, and I don't show my background in public.
Mr. Codswallop: All that is necessary is to answer the questions honestly and show some enthusiasm.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I gave honest answers but that didn't help and I don't show my enthusiasm in public either.
Mr. Codswallop: I fail to see how being truthful in your responses could do you harm.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The guy asked me why I want to work for them.
Mr. Codswallop: That is a fine interview question. Your ideal answer would be summarize what you have done in the past and tell them what you can do for them in the future.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I answered with the truth. I told him I didn't want to work for them at all.
Mr. Codswallop: I can't believe you actually made that statement in an interview.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You told me to tell the truth. That what I've done stuff you said is not true. I never did anything before.
Mr. Codswallop: You could at least have displayed interest in the job, and a willingness to learn.
Mr. Flapdoodle: But I wasn't interested in the job and didn't want to learn. That's the truth and that's what I told him.
Mr. Codswallop: What sort of work was involved in the job anyway?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I have no idea but he said I had to be there at 6:00 am.
Mr. Codswallop: You did not like the job because of the hours?
Mr. Flapdoodle: How am I supposed to get out of bed for that time. That's not for me.
Mr. Codswallop: You simply cannot expect the employer to accomodate your laziness.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He did. He told me to get lost and never come back.
Mr. Codswallop: You still have never said what the job duties entailed.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I never asked.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps we will have more success on the next interview.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Be sure to find out the hours. I don't want early and I don't want long.
Mr. Codswallop: You might not have any choice.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As you said, as long as I tell the truth, I have nothing to worry about.
Mr. Codswallop: Me and my big mouth!
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Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Bloggers dating bloggers
It's time for a little fun in the blogging world.
There are many single bloggers in the blogosphere.
Considering the fact, that there are millions of blogs, the odds would favour large numbers of blog owners being unmarried.
Enter the idea of matchmaking for bloggers.
Canadian blogger Carrie of Life or Something Like It...Boo has suggested the concept of a Blog Dating Service.
It seems that idea is sprouting wings everywhere.
I suspect that since June is a traditional wedding month, that may have much to do with the interest.
Of course, as an unmarried guy, what do I know about such matters???
Anyway.
Mrs. Du Toit of Personal Effects (via Will at Entropy Manor) has begun a mission, as she calls it, to find a mate for uber political blogger Stephen den Beste of the formidable USS Clueless.
Mrs. Du Toit sets out the requirements as follows:
She'll have to be of child bearing age--with enough years to have about a half dozen kids.
She neglected to tell Stephen about her mission too!
Be certain to read the often hilarious suggestions and recommendations in the accompanying comments as well.
As most of us already know, Jay and Deb Solo of the well known and high quality dual writer Accidental Verbosity, are a happy blogger marriage.
Their blog meeting and subsequent knot tying, has proven to be a resounding, and joyfully multiplying, success!
There are likely hundreds, if not thousands, of potential blogger matches out there in the blogiverse.
The logic is certainly in place for a Blog Dating Service.
You take bloggers with similar interests and backgrounds (and no, I am not convinced about that opposites theory), and voila!
Blogger matches everywhere!
All we need now, is for some enterprising blogger, to create a system for matching up the numerous single bloggers.
That matchmaking blogger would be providing a wonderful service.
**Note** This was a guest post from my Blog Business World blog that you might enjoy. ** Comments
There are many single bloggers in the blogosphere.
Considering the fact, that there are millions of blogs, the odds would favour large numbers of blog owners being unmarried.
Enter the idea of matchmaking for bloggers.
Canadian blogger Carrie of Life or Something Like It...Boo has suggested the concept of a Blog Dating Service.
It seems that idea is sprouting wings everywhere.
I suspect that since June is a traditional wedding month, that may have much to do with the interest.
Of course, as an unmarried guy, what do I know about such matters???
Anyway.
Mrs. Du Toit of Personal Effects (via Will at Entropy Manor) has begun a mission, as she calls it, to find a mate for uber political blogger Stephen den Beste of the formidable USS Clueless.
Mrs. Du Toit sets out the requirements as follows:
She'll have to be of child bearing age--with enough years to have about a half dozen kids.
She neglected to tell Stephen about her mission too!
Be certain to read the often hilarious suggestions and recommendations in the accompanying comments as well.
As most of us already know, Jay and Deb Solo of the well known and high quality dual writer Accidental Verbosity, are a happy blogger marriage.
Their blog meeting and subsequent knot tying, has proven to be a resounding, and joyfully multiplying, success!
There are likely hundreds, if not thousands, of potential blogger matches out there in the blogiverse.
The logic is certainly in place for a Blog Dating Service.
You take bloggers with similar interests and backgrounds (and no, I am not convinced about that opposites theory), and voila!
Blogger matches everywhere!
All we need now, is for some enterprising blogger, to create a system for matching up the numerous single bloggers.
That matchmaking blogger would be providing a wonderful service.
**Note** This was a guest post from my Blog Business World blog that you might enjoy. ** Comments
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
Weather woes and tornadoes
This thunderstorm season makes it very difficult to post a Codswallop and Flapdoodle comedy and almost humour column.
I am dodging lightning today; to say nothing of an extreme downpour. The skies were literally black today.
Okay, they are charcoal grey like the coals at a summer barbeque.
Over Brandon, in western Manitoba, the skies took on an otherworldly and eerie green colour.
Announcing tornadoes.
The storm saw at least two, and maybe more tornadoes touch down in western Manitoba. One even was spotted over downtown Brandon, Maniitoba (pop: 30,000).
Amazingly, there was only limited damage and no fatalities.
The good new: I live a couple of hours away, in eastern Manitoba.
The bad news: The twister laden storms were moving this way.
More good news: There were no tornadoes touching down anywhere near here.
In any case, the severe lightning kept me offline for the entire day, from about 11:00 am onward.
As a result, I am behind on my Codswallop and Flapdoodle advewntures.
As always, these storms shall pass, and blue skies will prevail once again.
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I am dodging lightning today; to say nothing of an extreme downpour. The skies were literally black today.
Okay, they are charcoal grey like the coals at a summer barbeque.
Over Brandon, in western Manitoba, the skies took on an otherworldly and eerie green colour.
Announcing tornadoes.
The storm saw at least two, and maybe more tornadoes touch down in western Manitoba. One even was spotted over downtown Brandon, Maniitoba (pop: 30,000).
Amazingly, there was only limited damage and no fatalities.
The good new: I live a couple of hours away, in eastern Manitoba.
The bad news: The twister laden storms were moving this way.
More good news: There were no tornadoes touching down anywhere near here.
In any case, the severe lightning kept me offline for the entire day, from about 11:00 am onward.
As a result, I am behind on my Codswallop and Flapdoodle advewntures.
As always, these storms shall pass, and blue skies will prevail once again.
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Monday, June 14, 2004
I am hosting Carnival of the Capitalists
I will be hosting Carnival of the Capitalists at my main blog called Blog Business World on June 21.
If you are unaware of what Carnival of the Capitalists is all about, here is a primer.
Every week a different business, political, or law blogger hosts the event. Various people who post daily business oriented blog columns like I do at Wayne's Derby World and at Blog Business World send what they believe are their best columns from the previous week to the Carnvial host.
Each entrant only submits one post.
The host then sets up links to all of the blogs that submitted the entries, usually with a link to the blog, and a brief outline of what the blog post is all about, in the way of a topic.
I expect the standard number of blog post entries, which is about 30 on average.
What the Carnival of the Capitalists does is shows off the wide range of great business, legal and political writers and bloggers who are found on the internet.
Anyone who writes a blog, in the areas usually considered for the Carnival of the Capitalists are invited to send a column.
Entries can be sent to me, for next week at:
capitalists -at- elhide.com
or directly to my e-mail at:
blogbusinessworld -at- yahoo.com
or to waynesderbyworld -at- yahoo.com
Of course, replace the -at- with the usual @ symbol, when sending.
If you have never sent an entry to the Carnival of the Capitalists before, now is a good time to consider sending a business, marketing, human resources, management, business people, finance and accounting, taxation, the stock market, education, public relations, entrepreneurship, political, legal, or related post for inclusion.
Blog Business World will try to be a friendly Carnival of the Capitalists host.
Send me those entries and make the Carnival of the Capitalists at
Blog Business World one of the biggest and best ever.
Even if you don't have a blog, but I'm quite sure that you do, drop by Blog Business World anyway.
Give me an opinion on how well I hosted Carnival of the Capitalists.
All of you, as my valued readers, are cordially invited.
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If you are unaware of what Carnival of the Capitalists is all about, here is a primer.
Every week a different business, political, or law blogger hosts the event. Various people who post daily business oriented blog columns like I do at Wayne's Derby World and at Blog Business World send what they believe are their best columns from the previous week to the Carnvial host.
Each entrant only submits one post.
The host then sets up links to all of the blogs that submitted the entries, usually with a link to the blog, and a brief outline of what the blog post is all about, in the way of a topic.
I expect the standard number of blog post entries, which is about 30 on average.
What the Carnival of the Capitalists does is shows off the wide range of great business, legal and political writers and bloggers who are found on the internet.
Anyone who writes a blog, in the areas usually considered for the Carnival of the Capitalists are invited to send a column.
Entries can be sent to me, for next week at:
capitalists -at- elhide.com
or directly to my e-mail at:
blogbusinessworld -at- yahoo.com
or to waynesderbyworld -at- yahoo.com
Of course, replace the -at- with the usual @ symbol, when sending.
If you have never sent an entry to the Carnival of the Capitalists before, now is a good time to consider sending a business, marketing, human resources, management, business people, finance and accounting, taxation, the stock market, education, public relations, entrepreneurship, political, legal, or related post for inclusion.
Blog Business World will try to be a friendly Carnival of the Capitalists host.
Send me those entries and make the Carnival of the Capitalists at
Blog Business World one of the biggest and best ever.
Even if you don't have a blog, but I'm quite sure that you do, drop by Blog Business World anyway.
Give me an opinion on how well I hosted Carnival of the Capitalists.
All of you, as my valued readers, are cordially invited.
Comments
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Business as unusual
Mr. Codswallop: I have heard of an employment possibility for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That's nice. I'm sleeping now.
Mr. Codswallop: You have to get out of bed some time today.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Not really. Okay. Maybe to the bathroom.
Mr. Codswallop: One of my friends has suggest a possible position for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Being in bed is a fine position for me, thanks.
Mr. Codswallop: It is a business post.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I remember the last so-called business post. I was sent to clean up animal business at the zoo.
Mr. Codswallop: It was honest work and the pay was very good, in my opinion.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I just missed a delivery from the business end of an elephant and a giraffe.
Mr. Codswallop: All jobs have their drawbacks. You can't expect perfection.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I can do without having to duck out of the way of disaster.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you should give this job a fair hearing.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Let's see the addess and phone number.
Mr. Codswallop: Here is the employment information.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, I know that job. You walk around dressed as food.
Mr. Codswallop: You always said you were into food.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I meant eating it, not wearing it.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps it will grow into something different.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Like mould.
Mr. Codswallop: At least give it a chance.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I did give it a chance already. They dressed me as a lobster. I had claws and everything.
Mr. Codswallop: That sounds like fun.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The suit was so hot, I passed out from the heat.
Mr. Codswallop: You did not have to over do it.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I did end up the same colour as the lobster, and almost as lifeless.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you need a different job lead.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Maybe I'll spend the day in bed thinking about it. Night. Comments
Bloggers help othersMr. Flapdoodle: That's nice. I'm sleeping now.
Mr. Codswallop: You have to get out of bed some time today.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Not really. Okay. Maybe to the bathroom.
Mr. Codswallop: One of my friends has suggest a possible position for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Being in bed is a fine position for me, thanks.
Mr. Codswallop: It is a business post.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I remember the last so-called business post. I was sent to clean up animal business at the zoo.
Mr. Codswallop: It was honest work and the pay was very good, in my opinion.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I just missed a delivery from the business end of an elephant and a giraffe.
Mr. Codswallop: All jobs have their drawbacks. You can't expect perfection.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I can do without having to duck out of the way of disaster.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you should give this job a fair hearing.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Let's see the addess and phone number.
Mr. Codswallop: Here is the employment information.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, I know that job. You walk around dressed as food.
Mr. Codswallop: You always said you were into food.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I meant eating it, not wearing it.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps it will grow into something different.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Like mould.
Mr. Codswallop: At least give it a chance.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I did give it a chance already. They dressed me as a lobster. I had claws and everything.
Mr. Codswallop: That sounds like fun.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The suit was so hot, I passed out from the heat.
Mr. Codswallop: You did not have to over do it.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I did end up the same colour as the lobster, and almost as lifeless.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you need a different job lead.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Maybe I'll spend the day in bed thinking about it. Night. Comments
Jennifer at Drink This is a very special person.
She is generously participating and donating her time in the Project Blog Blogathon.
On July 24, Jennifer will blog every 30 minutes for 24 straight hours as her part in the Blogathon. She is raising money for an organization called Bresee Foundation.
Jennifer chose the Bresee Foundation because:
...they make a direct impact in my community and provide services that many think are or should be provided by the government. As one might imagine, I don't buy into the theory that the government exists to solve all of our social problems. I also don't believe in the government's ability to efficiently do so. I do however, believe in the desire and deftness of regular citizens to directly impact those in need among us.
I respect what Jennifer is doing for this community based organization as she would only work to help a group she supports wholeheartledly.
Jennifer recognizes that people in need often simply need a helping hand so they can get started on their way. With just that little boost, people can become self sufficient and achieve their hopes and dreams.
Not too long ago, Jennifer was in financial need herself. I asked my readers to provide Jennifer with some monetary assistance or employment opportunities to help her through those difficult days. Many of you responded generously to help her out at that time.
I am asking all of you to support Jennifer and her chosen organization, the Bresee Foundation, in the Blogathon.
I look forward to Jennifer providing us all with 48 wonderful posts, in the fine tradition of Drink This, in a 24 hour time frame.
For more information on Jennifer's blogging efforts, check out her post where she shares all of the details as to how you can help.
I hope you will help Jennifer have a successful 24 hour Blogathon.
Please pledge generously.
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She is generously participating and donating her time in the Project Blog Blogathon.
On July 24, Jennifer will blog every 30 minutes for 24 straight hours as her part in the Blogathon. She is raising money for an organization called Bresee Foundation.
Jennifer chose the Bresee Foundation because:
...they make a direct impact in my community and provide services that many think are or should be provided by the government. As one might imagine, I don't buy into the theory that the government exists to solve all of our social problems. I also don't believe in the government's ability to efficiently do so. I do however, believe in the desire and deftness of regular citizens to directly impact those in need among us.
I respect what Jennifer is doing for this community based organization as she would only work to help a group she supports wholeheartledly.
Jennifer recognizes that people in need often simply need a helping hand so they can get started on their way. With just that little boost, people can become self sufficient and achieve their hopes and dreams.
Not too long ago, Jennifer was in financial need herself. I asked my readers to provide Jennifer with some monetary assistance or employment opportunities to help her through those difficult days. Many of you responded generously to help her out at that time.
I am asking all of you to support Jennifer and her chosen organization, the Bresee Foundation, in the Blogathon.
I look forward to Jennifer providing us all with 48 wonderful posts, in the fine tradition of Drink This, in a 24 hour time frame.
For more information on Jennifer's blogging efforts, check out her post where she shares all of the details as to how you can help.
I hope you will help Jennifer have a successful 24 hour Blogathon.
Please pledge generously.
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Friday, June 11, 2004
Breakfast of chimps
Mr. Flapdoodle: We are out of Lucky Charms.
Mr. Codswallop: I am certain that you will survive the hardship.
Mr. Flapdoodle: How can I get through a day of job hunting without them?
Mr. Codswallop: You never hunt for a job. The lack of a breakfast cereal will not change that fact.
Mr. Flapdoodle: But I like them.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps if you had a regular pay cheque, you could purchase them yourself.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You make it sound so hard.
Mr. Codswallop: How can buying cereal be difficult?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I have to go out to find a job without them. Get a job. Work at it. Wait to get paid. Cash the cheque. Go shopping. All to get some Lucky Charms.
Mr. Codswallop: You do have a point. Holding a job is quite an accomplishment for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I knew you'd understand.
Mr. Codswallop: I know the problem. You are shiftless.
Mr. Flapdoodle: No, just hungry. I don't need a laxative.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps an alternative cereal would get you on your way to finding a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I hope it's a sugar coated one.
Mr. Codswallop: Here are some Sugar Frosted Flakes. I hope you value your teeth.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They're great.
Mr. Codswallop: For awhile anyway.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was talking about the cereal.
Mr. Codswallop: I was not.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Have you no sense of fun at all?
Mr. Codswallop: Not if you can help it.
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Mr. Codswallop: I am certain that you will survive the hardship.
Mr. Flapdoodle: How can I get through a day of job hunting without them?
Mr. Codswallop: You never hunt for a job. The lack of a breakfast cereal will not change that fact.
Mr. Flapdoodle: But I like them.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps if you had a regular pay cheque, you could purchase them yourself.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You make it sound so hard.
Mr. Codswallop: How can buying cereal be difficult?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I have to go out to find a job without them. Get a job. Work at it. Wait to get paid. Cash the cheque. Go shopping. All to get some Lucky Charms.
Mr. Codswallop: You do have a point. Holding a job is quite an accomplishment for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I knew you'd understand.
Mr. Codswallop: I know the problem. You are shiftless.
Mr. Flapdoodle: No, just hungry. I don't need a laxative.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps an alternative cereal would get you on your way to finding a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I hope it's a sugar coated one.
Mr. Codswallop: Here are some Sugar Frosted Flakes. I hope you value your teeth.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They're great.
Mr. Codswallop: For awhile anyway.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was talking about the cereal.
Mr. Codswallop: I was not.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Have you no sense of fun at all?
Mr. Codswallop: Not if you can help it.
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Thursday, June 10, 2004
Rise and shine...well...sort of
Mr. Codswallop: It is noon and you still have not risen from your slumber.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You call it a slumber. I call it a bed.
Mr. Codswallop: How do you ever expect to find gainful employment if you sleep the entire day away?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'm resting. I had a hard day yesterday.
Mr. Codswallop: I would hardly refer to your meagre efforts as being what you call a hard day.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Any day when I have to get up before eleven is a hard day. By definition.
Mr. Codswallop: I cannot believe your level of sheer laziness.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Thanks for reminding me. I have to phone a young lady. She wears very sheer tops.
Mr. Codswallop: You would be better served to find a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It's all a matter of priorities. Mine are not the same as yours.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you not concern yourself with covering your portion of the rent?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I covered it with my hand when you gave the old coot the cash.
Mr. Codswallop: That is not what I meant at all.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I never know what you mean half the time. The other half, I just ignore.
Mr. Codswallop: Well, get out from that bed and check the want ads.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I want a cheque and they don't offer that in the ads.
Mr. Codswallop: You look at the ads. You find a job. You get a cheque. It works in that order.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure don't like me to be creative and change the order. At least they didn't when I had the day, well, half a day, well, an hour, at Al's Diner.
Mr. Codswallop: I recall that debacle very well. I am still amazed that he didn't force you to pay for your damage.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I only broke two windows when the tray sort of slipped.
Mr. Codswallop: Have you ever held a job longer than one day?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Let me think. Ummm. No.
Mr. Codswallop: This is going to be more difficult that I ever imagined.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, while you imagine things, I have to catch up on my sleep. Night. Comments
Mr. Flapdoodle: You call it a slumber. I call it a bed.
Mr. Codswallop: How do you ever expect to find gainful employment if you sleep the entire day away?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'm resting. I had a hard day yesterday.
Mr. Codswallop: I would hardly refer to your meagre efforts as being what you call a hard day.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Any day when I have to get up before eleven is a hard day. By definition.
Mr. Codswallop: I cannot believe your level of sheer laziness.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Thanks for reminding me. I have to phone a young lady. She wears very sheer tops.
Mr. Codswallop: You would be better served to find a job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It's all a matter of priorities. Mine are not the same as yours.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you not concern yourself with covering your portion of the rent?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I covered it with my hand when you gave the old coot the cash.
Mr. Codswallop: That is not what I meant at all.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I never know what you mean half the time. The other half, I just ignore.
Mr. Codswallop: Well, get out from that bed and check the want ads.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I want a cheque and they don't offer that in the ads.
Mr. Codswallop: You look at the ads. You find a job. You get a cheque. It works in that order.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure don't like me to be creative and change the order. At least they didn't when I had the day, well, half a day, well, an hour, at Al's Diner.
Mr. Codswallop: I recall that debacle very well. I am still amazed that he didn't force you to pay for your damage.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I only broke two windows when the tray sort of slipped.
Mr. Codswallop: Have you ever held a job longer than one day?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Let me think. Ummm. No.
Mr. Codswallop: This is going to be more difficult that I ever imagined.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, while you imagine things, I have to catch up on my sleep. Night. Comments
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
Jobbing around
Mr.Codswallop: Was your day's employment search a successful one for you?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought I had a job for sure.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust that you did not destroy your chances of being gainfully employed.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was at a fast food place. Not a national name, but they gave you your own paper hat.
Mr. Codswallop: Did you fill in the application form correctly?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I spelled a few words wrong and crossed out a couple of past jobs.
Mr. Codswallop: That certainly could not have helped your cause.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It didn't seem to hurt me because he told me the job paid minimum wage.
Mr. Codswallop: That is often the starting point. As you prove your worthiness, you move up in wage scale.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I countered with him paying me the maximum wage.
Mr. Codswallop: Those wages are usually not negotiable.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He did get kind of upset and red in the face. I think he had high blood pressure.
Mr. Codswallop: After meeting you, that does not surprise me in the slightest.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I told him we were negotiating. He offered low. I asked high, and we'd settle in the middle somewhere.
Mr. Codswallop: Was that a successful gambit?
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem too pleased, but he asked me why I wanted to work there.
Mr. Codswallop: That is usually an excellent employment question, often leading to a job offer.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I told him I was there for the money, and that his place was almost clean too.
Mr. Codswallop: I find it difficult to believe that even you would provide such inane responses.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem too pleased with the answers though. He got redder. I asked him if he needed some pills.
Mr. Codswallop: I shudder to think what happened next.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He told me to get out of his restaurant.
Mr. Codswallop: I would not doubt that for a moment.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I told him he was a sick man and really needed to get help.
Mr. Codswallop: How could you say such a thing?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I really wanted to help him. He looked like he might take a stroke or something.
Mr. Codswallop: I could say that you drove him to it, but I will resist that urge.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem to want any help. He must be that stubborn and independent type.
Mr. Codswallop: I do not believe that you have found the right reason.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He told me to leave, and yet he kept saying he needed the cops. He seemed really confused.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust you left quickly.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As I left, I told the customers that the owner was sick and needed a lot of help. For some reason, they all left. People just don't seem to want to get involved and help anyone any more.
Mr. Codswallop: You live your life in total oblivion of the obvious.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As I looked back, all he did was shake his fist in pain, and call for the cops to help him. I hope he got to the hospital okay.
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Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought I had a job for sure.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust that you did not destroy your chances of being gainfully employed.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was at a fast food place. Not a national name, but they gave you your own paper hat.
Mr. Codswallop: Did you fill in the application form correctly?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I spelled a few words wrong and crossed out a couple of past jobs.
Mr. Codswallop: That certainly could not have helped your cause.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It didn't seem to hurt me because he told me the job paid minimum wage.
Mr. Codswallop: That is often the starting point. As you prove your worthiness, you move up in wage scale.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I countered with him paying me the maximum wage.
Mr. Codswallop: Those wages are usually not negotiable.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He did get kind of upset and red in the face. I think he had high blood pressure.
Mr. Codswallop: After meeting you, that does not surprise me in the slightest.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I told him we were negotiating. He offered low. I asked high, and we'd settle in the middle somewhere.
Mr. Codswallop: Was that a successful gambit?
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem too pleased, but he asked me why I wanted to work there.
Mr. Codswallop: That is usually an excellent employment question, often leading to a job offer.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I told him I was there for the money, and that his place was almost clean too.
Mr. Codswallop: I find it difficult to believe that even you would provide such inane responses.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem too pleased with the answers though. He got redder. I asked him if he needed some pills.
Mr. Codswallop: I shudder to think what happened next.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He told me to get out of his restaurant.
Mr. Codswallop: I would not doubt that for a moment.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I told him he was a sick man and really needed to get help.
Mr. Codswallop: How could you say such a thing?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I really wanted to help him. He looked like he might take a stroke or something.
Mr. Codswallop: I could say that you drove him to it, but I will resist that urge.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He didn't seem to want any help. He must be that stubborn and independent type.
Mr. Codswallop: I do not believe that you have found the right reason.
Mr. Flapdoodle: He told me to leave, and yet he kept saying he needed the cops. He seemed really confused.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust you left quickly.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As I left, I told the customers that the owner was sick and needed a lot of help. For some reason, they all left. People just don't seem to want to get involved and help anyone any more.
Mr. Codswallop: You live your life in total oblivion of the obvious.
Mr. Flapdoodle: As I looked back, all he did was shake his fist in pain, and call for the cops to help him. I hope he got to the hospital okay.
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Tuesday, June 08, 2004
A hard day's work
Mr. Flapdoodle: Guess what I did today.
Mr. Codswallop: The mere thought of you doing anything frightens me.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, you should be proud of me.
Mr. Codswallop: I cannot imagine what could bring about that unlikely event.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I went for a job. Filled out the application form. Even talked to the guy.
Mr. Codswallop: I am shocked. I never expected such an occurrance.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I saw the ad in the paper, and it looked just right for me.
Mr. Codswallop: I can only envision you sleeping, drinking, or making a nuisance of yourself with the ladies.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The job involved sleeping. Right up my alley. Or so I thought.
Mr. Codswallop: How did you locate such an unlikely profession?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The job was at a mattress place. I figured I could do that.
Mr. Codswallop: I highly doubt they would allow you to sleep on the job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure didn't. The expected my to carry the things.
Mr. Codswallop: That sounds like a good job for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I didn't get the job. Well, I did, but I got fired.
Mr. Codswallop: That does not surprise me.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was lying down on a mattress, thinking I was doing a great job. Along came the foreman and yelled to get up.
Mr. Codswallop: I certainly do not blame the man for awakening you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought he was telling me it was quitting time, and that I had slept in.
Mr. Codswallop: I take it that was not the case.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That's when I found out I was supposed to carry the things.
Mr. Codswallop: Did you actually lift and carry any mattresses?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Nope. He told me to get out and sleep somewhere else. Called me a vagrant; whatever that is.
Mr. Codswallop: It is the very definition of your lifestyle.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I guess I was over qualified for the job then, so he had to let me go.
Mr. Codswallop: I suppose that is one interpretation of the events.
Mr. Flapdoodle: After a hard day of work, it's time for bed. I'm all in.
Mr. Codswallop: But still out of work. Comments
Mr. Codswallop: The mere thought of you doing anything frightens me.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, you should be proud of me.
Mr. Codswallop: I cannot imagine what could bring about that unlikely event.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I went for a job. Filled out the application form. Even talked to the guy.
Mr. Codswallop: I am shocked. I never expected such an occurrance.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I saw the ad in the paper, and it looked just right for me.
Mr. Codswallop: I can only envision you sleeping, drinking, or making a nuisance of yourself with the ladies.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The job involved sleeping. Right up my alley. Or so I thought.
Mr. Codswallop: How did you locate such an unlikely profession?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The job was at a mattress place. I figured I could do that.
Mr. Codswallop: I highly doubt they would allow you to sleep on the job.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure didn't. The expected my to carry the things.
Mr. Codswallop: That sounds like a good job for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I didn't get the job. Well, I did, but I got fired.
Mr. Codswallop: That does not surprise me.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I was lying down on a mattress, thinking I was doing a great job. Along came the foreman and yelled to get up.
Mr. Codswallop: I certainly do not blame the man for awakening you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought he was telling me it was quitting time, and that I had slept in.
Mr. Codswallop: I take it that was not the case.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That's when I found out I was supposed to carry the things.
Mr. Codswallop: Did you actually lift and carry any mattresses?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Nope. He told me to get out and sleep somewhere else. Called me a vagrant; whatever that is.
Mr. Codswallop: It is the very definition of your lifestyle.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I guess I was over qualified for the job then, so he had to let me go.
Mr. Codswallop: I suppose that is one interpretation of the events.
Mr. Flapdoodle: After a hard day of work, it's time for bed. I'm all in.
Mr. Codswallop: But still out of work. Comments
Monday, June 07, 2004
Back in and out of the black
Mr. Flapdoodle: We sure snuck out of blogging yesterday.
Mr. Codswallop: The proper English word is sneaked.
Mr. Flapdoodle: We suck out and properly sneaked right past them.
Mr. Codswallop: I fear that a guest column like that may obviate the necessity of our existence.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I took that obviate stuff for a cold once. Tasted bad and didn't work.
Mr. Codswallop: Are you not concerned that no one will express concern over your absence?
Mr. Flapdoodle: You sure didn't express any concern when I had that absenced tooth that time.
Mr. Codswallop: The proper dental terminology is abcessed tooth.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, it might have been abscessed but the old Doc absented it.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps that is our future. Absent.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That was the way I went through school. I don't see much change there.
Mr. Codswallop: Your rather lacklustre academic achievement level is rather obvious to all concerned.
Mr. Flapdoodle: No one was concerned that I was absent except the truant officer. He earned overtime from finding me.
Mr. Codswallop: You were a drain on the taxpayers and the public purse.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You heard those rumours about the truant officer too? I knew I wasn't the only one who saw him carry a purse.
Mr. Codswallop: I am hoping that our presence will remain for the near future.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I do like presents.
Mr. Codswallop: These things too shall pass.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. Pass them around. Whatever they are.
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Mr. Codswallop: The proper English word is sneaked.
Mr. Flapdoodle: We suck out and properly sneaked right past them.
Mr. Codswallop: I fear that a guest column like that may obviate the necessity of our existence.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I took that obviate stuff for a cold once. Tasted bad and didn't work.
Mr. Codswallop: Are you not concerned that no one will express concern over your absence?
Mr. Flapdoodle: You sure didn't express any concern when I had that absenced tooth that time.
Mr. Codswallop: The proper dental terminology is abcessed tooth.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, it might have been abscessed but the old Doc absented it.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps that is our future. Absent.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That was the way I went through school. I don't see much change there.
Mr. Codswallop: Your rather lacklustre academic achievement level is rather obvious to all concerned.
Mr. Flapdoodle: No one was concerned that I was absent except the truant officer. He earned overtime from finding me.
Mr. Codswallop: You were a drain on the taxpayers and the public purse.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You heard those rumours about the truant officer too? I knew I wasn't the only one who saw him carry a purse.
Mr. Codswallop: I am hoping that our presence will remain for the near future.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I do like presents.
Mr. Codswallop: These things too shall pass.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. Pass them around. Whatever they are.
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Sunday, June 06, 2004
Blogs: Finding your voice
All blogs need to have a distinctive feel.
Even yours.
If your blog looks, reads, and parrots every other blog on the internet, your traffic levels will drop.
Like the proverbial stone.
Vikk Simmons, at The Writer's Path has been doing some thinking and writing about finding your voice, or as Vikk calls it, your "e-voice".
Vikk believes that successful bloggers need to develop a distinctive "e-voice".
She asks, "What does your e-voice say about you?"
Now there is a question worth pondering.
Many of the best bloggers, and coincidently they are bloggers with solid and loyal followings, have blogs that could only be written by them.
No one else.
Some of the best written blogs may not have the largest number of visitors clicking their traffic counters. They have loyal readers, however, who return every day.
Vikk is certainly right about that. Your readers want to read quality writing. More importantly, they want to read and know you.
If you can provide the personal, along with the top notch writing skills, you will have the best of both worlds.
I suppose my blogging voice tends toward the informative, and less toward the intimately personal. Now there's something you don't see on my blog every day.
A personal comment.
I don't use personal comments about myself for a reason.
This blog is an informational blog, designed to help other bloggers achieve their goals. I try to provide the knowledge, that I have accumulated, through years of often painful experience.
If I can assist even one person to become successful, I'll consider my blogging efforts a success.
Instead of seeing many posts about my personal life, you get the blogging voice of a helpful neighbour here.
Perhaps you could say I have a mentoring voice.
If that's the case, it's fine with me.
Let's work together, and make everyone's blog a successful one.
Over time, you will develop a unique, and high calibre blogging voice.
Note: The preceding blog post was a special guest post from Blog Business World. As you know, Mr. Codswallop and Mr. Flapdoodle are on vacation.
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Even yours.
If your blog looks, reads, and parrots every other blog on the internet, your traffic levels will drop.
Like the proverbial stone.
Vikk Simmons, at The Writer's Path has been doing some thinking and writing about finding your voice, or as Vikk calls it, your "e-voice".
Vikk believes that successful bloggers need to develop a distinctive "e-voice".
She asks, "What does your e-voice say about you?"
Now there is a question worth pondering.
Many of the best bloggers, and coincidently they are bloggers with solid and loyal followings, have blogs that could only be written by them.
No one else.
Some of the best written blogs may not have the largest number of visitors clicking their traffic counters. They have loyal readers, however, who return every day.
Vikk is certainly right about that. Your readers want to read quality writing. More importantly, they want to read and know you.
If you can provide the personal, along with the top notch writing skills, you will have the best of both worlds.
I suppose my blogging voice tends toward the informative, and less toward the intimately personal. Now there's something you don't see on my blog every day.
A personal comment.
I don't use personal comments about myself for a reason.
This blog is an informational blog, designed to help other bloggers achieve their goals. I try to provide the knowledge, that I have accumulated, through years of often painful experience.
If I can assist even one person to become successful, I'll consider my blogging efforts a success.
Instead of seeing many posts about my personal life, you get the blogging voice of a helpful neighbour here.
Perhaps you could say I have a mentoring voice.
If that's the case, it's fine with me.
Let's work together, and make everyone's blog a successful one.
Over time, you will develop a unique, and high calibre blogging voice.
Note: The preceding blog post was a special guest post from Blog Business World. As you know, Mr. Codswallop and Mr. Flapdoodle are on vacation.
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Saturday, June 05, 2004
Holidays and olive days
Mr. Codswallop: How are you enjoying your martini?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Who's Martini?
Mr. Codswallop: Why your martini, of course.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't own one of those cars, unlike James Bond.
Mr. Codswallop: That would be an Astin Martin.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's no need to swear at it.
Mr. Codswallop: Your martini is your drink. Like Bond's, it's shaken, not stirred.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Do I get a "Bond girl" too?
Mr. Codswallop: I believe they are referred to as "Bond women" these days.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I guess not.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust your drink is dry enough for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I like it. Lunch in it too. An olive.
Mr. Codswallop: That is part of the recipe.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It's so much harder to figure out your drinks.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you should widen your horizons.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I got a nice e-mail today on that very subject.
Mr. Codswallop: You mean it was some dreadful spam?
Mr. Flapdoodle: They didn't offer me any food, but they did offer to make me bigger in some ways.
Mr. Codswallop: Those e-mails are dreadful.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They scared me too.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust you deleted it.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I did skip it over and noticed that I won two lotteries.
Mr. Codswallop: Those are nonexistent as well.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought Europe was a country. You even went there.
Mr. Codswallop: Europe is a continent.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's need to swear at it.
Mr. Codswallop: I hope you did not honestly believe that you had won anything.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, they needed a processing fee, and I was a little short. Just my luck.
Mr. Codswallop: For once, your constant state of being penniless, paid off for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Maybe I'll win again tomorrow. And I never even bought a ticket. Comments
Mr. Flapdoodle: Who's Martini?
Mr. Codswallop: Why your martini, of course.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I don't own one of those cars, unlike James Bond.
Mr. Codswallop: That would be an Astin Martin.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's no need to swear at it.
Mr. Codswallop: Your martini is your drink. Like Bond's, it's shaken, not stirred.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Do I get a "Bond girl" too?
Mr. Codswallop: I believe they are referred to as "Bond women" these days.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I guess not.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust your drink is dry enough for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I like it. Lunch in it too. An olive.
Mr. Codswallop: That is part of the recipe.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It's so much harder to figure out your drinks.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps you should widen your horizons.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I got a nice e-mail today on that very subject.
Mr. Codswallop: You mean it was some dreadful spam?
Mr. Flapdoodle: They didn't offer me any food, but they did offer to make me bigger in some ways.
Mr. Codswallop: Those e-mails are dreadful.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They scared me too.
Mr. Codswallop: I trust you deleted it.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, I did skip it over and noticed that I won two lotteries.
Mr. Codswallop: Those are nonexistent as well.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I thought Europe was a country. You even went there.
Mr. Codswallop: Europe is a continent.
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's need to swear at it.
Mr. Codswallop: I hope you did not honestly believe that you had won anything.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, they needed a processing fee, and I was a little short. Just my luck.
Mr. Codswallop: For once, your constant state of being penniless, paid off for you.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Maybe I'll win again tomorrow. And I never even bought a ticket. Comments
Friday, June 04, 2004
Much to say about roller derby today
Mr. Codswallop: Must we go and watch some event you refer to as roller derby?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. It's great.
Mr. Codswallop: No one roller derby's any more.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure do. Right now, there are two all female leagues in Austin, Texas. There are others too.
Mr. Codswallop: Why would I want to attend such an event?
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's a roller derby revival happening.
Mr. Codswallop: Is that a good thing?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Read about roller derby at this blog.
Mr. Codswallop: Will I learn about the sport?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Check out the links.
Mr. Codswallop: You mean it is golfing too?
Mr. Flapdoodle: No. The links on the Dorectory.
Mr. Codswallop: Do they have drinks at roller derby matches?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Beer, ladies, and action.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps, then, we just might try it. Just this once.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Now that's a vacation!
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Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. It's great.
Mr. Codswallop: No one roller derby's any more.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They sure do. Right now, there are two all female leagues in Austin, Texas. There are others too.
Mr. Codswallop: Why would I want to attend such an event?
Mr. Flapdoodle: There's a roller derby revival happening.
Mr. Codswallop: Is that a good thing?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Read about roller derby at this blog.
Mr. Codswallop: Will I learn about the sport?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Check out the links.
Mr. Codswallop: You mean it is golfing too?
Mr. Flapdoodle: No. The links on the Dorectory.
Mr. Codswallop: Do they have drinks at roller derby matches?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Beer, ladies, and action.
Mr. Codswallop: Perhaps, then, we just might try it. Just this once.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Now that's a vacation!
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Thursday, June 03, 2004
Today is my birthday!
Mr. codswallop: Happy birthday Wayne.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Happy birthday. Now pass the cake and ice cream.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you not feel you are a bit presumptuous?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'll present some drinks to everyone! Comments
Mr. Flapdoodle: Happy birthday. Now pass the cake and ice cream.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you not feel you are a bit presumptuous?
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'll present some drinks to everyone! Comments
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
The local customs and how they grew
Mr. Codswallop: This is a rather quaint community where you grew up.
Mr. Flapdoodle: We never worried about religions.
Mr. Codswallop: I never mentioned religion.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You said that we were a Quaint community.
Mr. Codswallop: You do need to invest in a good dictionary.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I would rather invest in some good liquor.
Mr. Codswallop: The drink prices here are quite reasonable compared to the city.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That's because they serve home brew.
Mr. Codswallop: HOw do they get away with that illegal activity.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, when the government inspector comes, the people warn the bartender. He gets out a few bottles of real liquor for show.
Mr. Codswallop: That is despicable behaviour.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It keeps the drinks cheap and strong though.
Mr. Codswallop: There are no ladies in this establishment, as you had promised.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They will arrive sooner or later.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you know when that event will take place.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Are you buying them drinks.
Mr. Codswallop: I had not intended any such thing.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Then we can't signal at the door that some new guy is buying for the ladies.
Mr. Codswallop: That is preposterous.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It works though.
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Mr. Flapdoodle: We never worried about religions.
Mr. Codswallop: I never mentioned religion.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You said that we were a Quaint community.
Mr. Codswallop: You do need to invest in a good dictionary.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I would rather invest in some good liquor.
Mr. Codswallop: The drink prices here are quite reasonable compared to the city.
Mr. Flapdoodle: That's because they serve home brew.
Mr. Codswallop: HOw do they get away with that illegal activity.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, when the government inspector comes, the people warn the bartender. He gets out a few bottles of real liquor for show.
Mr. Codswallop: That is despicable behaviour.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It keeps the drinks cheap and strong though.
Mr. Codswallop: There are no ladies in this establishment, as you had promised.
Mr. Flapdoodle: They will arrive sooner or later.
Mr. Codswallop: Do you know when that event will take place.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Are you buying them drinks.
Mr. Codswallop: I had not intended any such thing.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Then we can't signal at the door that some new guy is buying for the ladies.
Mr. Codswallop: That is preposterous.
Mr. Flapdoodle: It works though.
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Tuesday, June 01, 2004
Hellp Mudda, Hello Fadda, Here I am...
Mr. Codswallop: Your choice of vacation spots is absolutely dreadful.
Mr. Flapdoodle: You told me to find a place within my budget.
Mr. Codswallop: What did your budget amount to anyway?
Mr. Flapdoodle: A half tank of gas and some fast food.
Mr. Codswallop: This lake is filthy. You call it a beach?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. It's Sandy Almost Beach.
Mr. Codswallop: If it is called sandy, where is the purported sand?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh there is no sand. It was named for the guy who owned the land next to it.
Mr. Codswallop: What was his name?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, it was old Sandy Almost who owned it. He rented part of the lake to the town as a dump.
Mr. Codswallop: The lake is an old garbage disposal area?
Mr. Flapdoodle: A bit of raw sewage too. Not too much though.
Mr. Codswallop: You said you swam at this alleged beach as a child.
Mr. Flapdoodle: We sure did. We dove to the bottom. First to get an old tire won ice cream.
Mr. Codswallop: The entire area is an environmental disaster area.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, the town did get a huge government compensation cheque to clean it up.
Mr. Codswallop: Their efforts appeared to have been in vain.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The town divvied up the money and spent the rest to get tourists to the beach.
Mr. Codswallop: Was none of the money used for the cleanup?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The Mayor and old Sandy sure cleaned up.
Mr. Codswallop: You promised that there would be beautiful ladies by the shore.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, The Shore? That's the bar in town.
Mr. Codswallop: Why then are we here?
Mr. Flapdoodle: You wanted to see the Sandy Almost Beach.
Mr. Codswallop: Get in the car and let us travel to The Shore.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'm with you!
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Mr. Flapdoodle: You told me to find a place within my budget.
Mr. Codswallop: What did your budget amount to anyway?
Mr. Flapdoodle: A half tank of gas and some fast food.
Mr. Codswallop: This lake is filthy. You call it a beach?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Yep. It's Sandy Almost Beach.
Mr. Codswallop: If it is called sandy, where is the purported sand?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh there is no sand. It was named for the guy who owned the land next to it.
Mr. Codswallop: What was his name?
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, it was old Sandy Almost who owned it. He rented part of the lake to the town as a dump.
Mr. Codswallop: The lake is an old garbage disposal area?
Mr. Flapdoodle: A bit of raw sewage too. Not too much though.
Mr. Codswallop: You said you swam at this alleged beach as a child.
Mr. Flapdoodle: We sure did. We dove to the bottom. First to get an old tire won ice cream.
Mr. Codswallop: The entire area is an environmental disaster area.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Well, the town did get a huge government compensation cheque to clean it up.
Mr. Codswallop: Their efforts appeared to have been in vain.
Mr. Flapdoodle: The town divvied up the money and spent the rest to get tourists to the beach.
Mr. Codswallop: Was none of the money used for the cleanup?
Mr. Flapdoodle: The Mayor and old Sandy sure cleaned up.
Mr. Codswallop: You promised that there would be beautiful ladies by the shore.
Mr. Flapdoodle: Oh, The Shore? That's the bar in town.
Mr. Codswallop: Why then are we here?
Mr. Flapdoodle: You wanted to see the Sandy Almost Beach.
Mr. Codswallop: Get in the car and let us travel to The Shore.
Mr. Flapdoodle: I'm with you!
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