My First Blog
This is really embarassing. I have to admit that I only started this blog because I thought it was required for me to do so in order to comment on the Smoking Christian blogsite. So every time one of my comments appears my name is in blue and everyone thinks I must be a blogger. I have this blogsite and there are no blogs on it because I never really wanted it in the first place. But who knows? Maybe I'll think of something really important and just have to send it out into cyberspace.
No one really knows I'm here. Maybe no one will look. Maybe I can write whatever I want and no one will ever know about it? That gives me a sense of freedom; of power.
I just realized something else: I don't know how to put a title on this or anything. How does the Smoking Christian do it? Well, let's hit "publish post" and see what happens. If this works...
This is really embarassing. I have to admit that I only started this blog because I thought it was required for me to do so in order to comment on the Smoking Christian blogsite. So every time one of my comments appears my name is in blue and everyone thinks I must be a blogger. I have this blogsite and there are no blogs on it because I never really wanted it in the first place. But who knows? Maybe I'll think of something really important and just have to send it out into cyberspace.
No one really knows I'm here. Maybe no one will look. Maybe I can write whatever I want and no one will ever know about it? That gives me a sense of freedom; of power.
I just realized something else: I don't know how to put a title on this or anything. How does the Smoking Christian do it? Well, let's hit "publish post" and see what happens. If this works...
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As the SC's official blog-sultant, the title bar is above the text box that you're typing your post into. Place all titles there.
And be sure to call me when you need to link to sites like HTB!
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Welcome to the new millenium! You are now officially part of the plugged-in, tuned-out social logic of postmodern culture. (I don't know what that means.) If you are prolific enough I shall reward you by puting a link on my blog. Uh, why is it so dark here? Is it a metaphor for alienation or despair?
Dear Brother Shilohman,
Good job. I too came close to creating a blog to see what all the hoopla is about. YB has been after me for quite a while to check it out, and told me I didn't need to do so. Don't worry if you don't always have new pages, why if you went to my humble E-BAY address, (cutingedgewest) you would see that my store cupboards desperately need re- stocking. Have you noticed that you and I leave the most long winded comments? We Moorhead's must yammer on. We just can't help it, part of our oral fixation.
We must get my NSOS to your blog, and THE SC. Come to think of it, I think you're right about her. She went to The Mooney's when she was alone on Thanksgiving. Golly, it's only 30 more minutes to RC and the bosom of her flesh and blood SYS. And, besides that, The lovely wife of YB called MY Darling Husband for Turkey cooking tips. What do the MM family have that I don't? I have a pool with a jacuzzi,( or as our Swedish Grand father would say cha-kooo-zee) I have two NS, N-GUBA children, I have TIVO and XM radio, I have a bigger drinking problem than the lovely wife of YB, I smoke more menthols than YB, AND my dog is a pure bread Golden retriever! Well, if being in the Mooney family is what she wants, fine more for us. We can have our Deacon Dad and Devoted Housewife Mother all to ourselves. Who would have dreamed we would be a team after at age 7 I foolishly agreed to make your bed for you every day for 8 cents (YES dear readers, I said cents) a week. No, no I told you, I am NOT bitter. OK, I am ranting again, in true Moorhead form.
SYS
Dear Shilohman
Please OK my comment so it will print, and I can continue my insessant tirades.I don't know how to do it,so I am of no use. If you also don't know,just ask the ever helpful mooneyslanding. He seems like a regular bloke and ever so helpful.
Your SYS
P.S.
We must locate our dear dear Moorhead cousin Laura Kathleen. I'm quite sure she would join us at the ever faithful SC and the up and coming Shilohman.(As you may recall, she spent her share of time looking for the S section on the cruise ship and for some cute male cruiser to give her a light.(and I do mean a genuine flame to light her cigarette. More often than not, I her S Christian Cousin sufficed.) Believe it or not I TXT. Really, and I'm quite quick at it. At least until I got John's hand-me-down phone. (will it never end? Yngst SS hand me down this, hand me down that,blah blah blah, hand me down blah!) Well, em... a... I shouldn't __itch. This particular phone has a camera, AND if I learn how,I can just say "call-----" and it will connect me with whomever I wish to speak to. The really cool thing that the NS ballerina and her NSYS tell me is that I can give everyone their own song as ring tone. Let's see the possibilities are endless. Yes, I must think about this. It's late I need my sleep, But I will think on this more in the garage ...where La Susa fumo mentas.
Your very only SYS
Dear Shilohman, You need to accept my name if you want my comments to cSYSome up.
Oh sorry, I see that you have done that. I wrote a couple comments already and it said they were saved. There must be a way to find them. I'm prety sure Mooneyslanding will know.
SYS (smoking younger sister of Brother Shilohman )
Dear Brother Shilohman,
Good job. I too came close to creating a blog to see what all the hoopla is about. YB has been after me for quite a while to check it out, and told me I didn't need to do so. Don't worry if you don't always have new pages, why if you went to my humble E-BAY address, (cutingedgewest) you would see that my store cupboards desperately need re- stocking. Have you noticed that you and I leave the most long winded comments? We Moorhead's must yammer on. We just can't help it, part of our oral fixation.
We must get my NSOS to your blog, and THE SC. Come to think of it, I think you're right about her. She went to The Mooney's when she was alone on Thanksgiving. Golly, it's only 30 more minutes to RC and the bosom of her flesh and blood SYS. And, besides that, The lovely wife of YB called MY Darling Husband for Turkey cooking tips. What do the MM family have that I don't? I have a pool with a jacuzzi,( or as our Swedish Grand father would say cha-kooo-zee) I have two NS, N-GUBA children, I have TIVO and XM radio, I have a bigger drinking problem than the lovely wife of YB, I smoke more menthols than YB, AND my dog is a pure bred Golden retriever! Well, if being in the Mooney family is what she wants, fine more for us. We can have our Deacon Dad and Devoted Housewife Mother all to ourselves. Who would have dreamed we would be a team after at age 7 I innocently agreed to make your bed for you every day for 8 cents (YES dear readers, I said cents) a week. And then I DID IT. No, no I told you, I am NOT bitter. OK, I am ranting again, in true Moorhead form.
SYS
Shilohman I have been waiting to make my next confession. Allow me to humbly suggest that you add a 'Confessional Open' link at your site.
sincerely,Your SYS
Forgive me Brother Shiloman, for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last confession. (As you know for GUBAS that daily confession will be necessary for the rest of our lives and perhaps well into the beyond*) As a fellow UCSB alumni, SC will relate to my recent transgression. My oldest daughter (non-S ballerina niece of Shiloman) is on her way to a promising career in Ballet. (Quite an eccentric world which I love in no small part because there are plenty of interesting people to light up with right there in public view. Right there, outside the back stage door of the theater in the parking lot!) Anyway, back to my most grievous wrongdoing against my own offspring. NS ballerina has auditioned for several summer programs over these past two months. As the acceptance letters began to roll in, I found myself hiding them while waiting for her audition at State Street Ballet. (you guessed it, located smack dab on State Street in Santa Barbara two blocks from my beloved Pacific.) Side note: I still can not for the life of me figure out why the studio she attends here is called Inland Pacific Ballet. I kid you not! Come to think of it, I purchased my last car at Pacific Auto Sales located some seventy five miles from the sound of crashing waves and screaming gulls. It all started innocently enough. You see, NS Ballerina had already spent last summer in San Francisco (where by the way, I enjoyed my smokes while walking right down the streets of Chinatown!) Then there’s NYC. Why on earth would she want to spend several weeks in another big city? Really, think about it, ballet training at ABT in NYC, so over done! Yes, I became convinced that she should try something completely different. So, the way I figured it, she would be thrilled to return to the place of her birth, pursuing her passion where it began twelve years ago when she was six. Besides, our best friends live right across the street from my old house, which happens to be for rent. I’m not completely selfish, I never even factored in that this house is one block from the ocean off Shoreline Drive. NO, REALLY, I almost even sort of forgot that detail. Now, I realize that sabotaging her other choices was a wicked thing for a mother to do. .I ask you my Brother, can a God of Love give me a (-) on my permanent record given the circumstances? I mean it's just perfect for everyone concerned It's SANTA BARBARA for Pete's sake! (forgive me SC for taking your name in vain, but I know you of all people understand) Well, Brother, that is my confession. ____ What? What's that you say? I can't hear you through this 3,000 mile wide curtain. Oh, I was afraid of that. OK. OK! I get it!!! I suppose she can go to her first choice, and yes it will be cheaper. Pretty good digs there too. She would be boarding at the immaculate poolside home of YB of SC and HIS lovely wife, his delightful ,entertaining daughter, and gorgeous, charming son .(Known to get down on a dance floor himself if no one in his family is around. Their home is located in Anaheim Hills. NS ballerina would only have a very short drive from there to the studio. Wait --- wait for it--- ---Ballet Pacifica.
Thank you Brother Shiloman, for granting my absolution.
Say what? Cheese be with you? Please be with you? Hem---ahh, Peace be with you..
And also with you.
SYS of Shiloman
Oh, one more trespass Cardinal, I smoked my Carlton menthol indoors during this confession.
SYS
* See The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis for more on the subject of after life
Forgive me brother Shiloman for I have sinned. It has been one day since my last confession. (You know for SC will relate to my recent transgression. My oldest daughter (non-S ballerina niece of Shiloman) is on her way to a promising career in Ballet. (Quite an eccentric world which I love in no small part because there are plenty of interesting people to light up with right there in public view. Right there outside the back stage door of the theater in the parking lot!) Anyway, back to my most grievous sin against my own flesh and blood. NS ballerina has attended several auditions for summer programs these
past two months. As the acceptance letters rolled in I found myself hiding them awaiting her audition at State Street Ballet. (you guessed it, located smack dab on State Street in Santa Barbara two blocks from my beloved Pacific.) Side note: I still can not for the life of me figure out why the studio she attends here is called Inland Pacific Ballet. I kid you not! Come to think of it, I purchased my last car at Pacific Auto Sales some seventy five miles from the sound of crashing waves and gulls. It started innocently enough. NS Ballerina had already spent last summer in San Francisco (where I smoked walking right along the street in Chinatown!) Yes, I was convinced she should try someplace different. And why on earth would she want to spend several weeks at ABT in NYC? Really, ballet training in NYC, so cliche! So, the way I figured it, she should be thrilled to return to the place of her birth and pursue her passion where it began twelve years ago when she was six. Besides, our best friends live right across the street from my old house which happens to be for rent, cheap to me. Not being completely selfish, I never even factored in that this house is one block from the ocean off shoreline drive. NO, REALLY, I almost even sort of forgot that detail. Now, I realize that sabotaging her other choices was a wicked thing for a mother to do, but I ask you brother, can a God of love give me a (-) on my permanent record given the circumstances? I mean it's just perfect for everyone concerned It's SANTA BARBARA for Pete's sake! (forgive me SC for taking your name in vain, but I know you of all people understand) Well, Brother, that is my confession. What? What's that you say? I can't hear you through this 3,000 mile wide curtain. Oh, I was afraid of that. OK. OK!!! I get it! I suppose she can go to her first choice, and yes it will be cheaper. Pretty good digs there too. She would be boarding at the immaculate poolside home of YB of SC and HIS lovely wife, his delightful entertaining daughter, and gorgeous, charming son (known to dance himself if no one in his family is around.) Their home is located in Anaheim Hills, a very short drive from the studio called... Ballet Pacifica.
Thank you brother Shiloman for granting me absolution.
Peace be with you.
SYS of Shiloman
Oh, one more trespass, I smoked my carlton menthol indoors during this confession.
SYS
* See the Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis for more on this subject.
SYS SAYS OOPS!
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