When I Grow Up (heartwarming irony)

dad some day when I grow up i want to be a famous blogger like you
it's okay son you don't need to grow up... with the intuitive design of this push-button publishing blogging is for everyone!

Lonesome Folksome

I was sitting here at my laptop, on the digital derive, having just googled "good sleeping curses," and spent a few wonderful seconds perusing the Astrology Association of California's selection of Voodoo Dolls, when I decided to blog. After I clicked "Create New Post" the words Lonesome Folksome came to mind. I titled my post this and began typing... [PUBLISH POST]

Smiley Man WIth Circle Halo and Fearsome Lizard (Dragon) drawn by JOSH

∞BINGO∞BANGO∞BLOGO∞

As you may have noticed, me, you haven't been around lately.

I'm sorry.

Me too.

Your posts are gimmicky and immature, and your voice is distracting.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Where have you been?

I have entered the BLOGOSPHERE.

Noooooo, not the dreaded BLOGOSPHERE.

I'm afraid so. I have split into many dimensions a few of which are right HERE and many more which are NOT.

But how will I know I'm dealing with the real SURFACER?

Son, let me tell you, none of my dimensions lie. We are legit.

Legit like Knowhow?

Awe.

Yeah.