If EVERY SINGLE person that visits this blog (and ofcourse Daddy Papersurfer – old git) today clicks on the image below then my dear old Dad should get his wish to become blog of the day on fuelmyblog.
It won’t take long – there’s no forms to fill out – just click on the picture. Job done.
Having recently been voted in as the president of the WBC (it was a democratic process – no military action was detected and if there was then certainly none will reach the public domain with any credibility in tact) I have decided to execute my first action.
Obviously already having declared Lizza and her blog ‘non-fugly’ I would like to back up Lucy’s desire for less regulation and censorship within the blogiverse, offer any WBC assistance to Jen’s struggle for squirrel recognition and closely monitor Nursemyra’s desire to do whatever she likes with bananas.
So I have come to a unanimous descision with myself to do absolutely nothing and make no changes whatsoever.
It was a tough choice – some may suffer – others may not – some won’t give a toss.
I may declare that my Dad is a ‘fidiot’ or a ‘farsehole’ at a later date but that would hardly be a revelation now would it…?
I did surf today – I caught a screaming left – a loverly drop, raked a big bottom turn, hit the lip a couple of times and landed a floater.
Well I’d like to thank my family first – my mother obviously for creating and nurturing me into the man that I am today and for not forcing me to breastfeed into my teens as that would no doubt have caused much trauma in later life. My brother for only throwing one dart into a major artery when I was a frail child and teaching me how to lie down when being slightly beaten so that I learnt respect for my elders and biggers.
Of course I’d like to thank my father so if anyone has his address…
I was voted ‘blog of the day’ on fuelmyblog today (coincidentally on one of the few days that I didn’t vote for myself!) and also became a moderator on their fantastic forum – so any hanky panky on there and I’ll have you banned before you can say ‘floccinauccinihilipilification’.
So I’d like to say ta very much to all and sundry that clicked my widget – may you keep clicking mine and I’ll keep clicking yours… grrr
(I will award myself a loverly badge with ‘blog of the day’ on it but I have to draw one first!)
I didn’t surf today. Except in my tiny mind.
This is definitely my last entry into the fuelmyblog widget competition. Feel free to click it on your way past…
I only did it because Drew was bating me and I thought that maybe at least one should be free from any possible copyright infringement.
You can get the code here.
I didn’t surf today. But I noticed that whatever level is below drivel – my beloved father has reached it…
You think they’re gone. Then the phone rings or the inbox is winking.
Today’s requests are in – ‘Please could you just ‘do me a link for this’ or ‘site counter’ that?’
Next thing you know he’ll be round minutes before teatime with a bag full of rancid washing wondering if he can borrow the car for the night…
‘Could you just….?’ is of course the single most expensive way a client can start a sentence along with ‘hmmm – I think you were right – that might look better over there!’ and of course ‘…it probably wouldn’t take you long to…’
I think that Papa shmurfer should bear that in mind during his quest for independence in the blogosphere. Consultancy is a very lucrative business.
Of course I am more than happy to assist the old giffer in any way I can especially after all the years of emotional investment he’s ploughed into fostering me. Sometimes I even think of him as my real Dad…
You’ll all be pleased to know that I had a simply loverly day back at grindstone central. The dust in my nose, the sawdust in my eyes. The witty banter and sparkling humour that only builders can provide. Needless to say (my clients are readers) that all is going swimmingly and the house isn’t falling down or anything vaguely bad like that at all in any way whatsoever in the slightest. Honest.
I didn’t surf today.
Well the day has to come when your cute ickle baby bird becomes a big spotty manly bird and you have to boot his ugly arse out of the homestead. Years spent nurturing and loving seem to be thrown back with no gratitude or grace. I gave him everything I had – my love, my knowledge but there has to be a moment when you just let go…
Today is that day.
Daddy Papersurfer has come of age – his slot on the guest page wasn’t enough to satiate his thirst for blogging freedom. He is now a man possessed – not by greed or lust, he doesn’t want power, fame or fortune. He just wants to write a constant stream of drivel whenever the fancy takes him.
So now he has wings and his own URL – fly away little bird – fly. But watch out for those kittens…
I didn’t surf today. (Did I mention the surf convoy?)