Donna, official friend of NewMexiKen, doesn’t want me to blog about the election. (And for that matter Obama only looks good any more because McCain is so god awful — in other words it’s turning into a typical election.)
Jill and Emily, official daughters of NewMexiKen, don’t want me to blog about the Olympics for fear I may reveal another winner in real time. (But it is a sporting event you know, not a TV program, whatever NBC thinks.)
Ephraim doesn’t want me to blog about climate warming for fear science will over react and freeze the planet.
I don’t want to blog about birthdays.
And the only best line I’ve seen was at Sideline Chatter that the Chinese women’s gymnastics team tested positive for Desitin. (It’s for diaper rash — ‘cuz they look so young — sort of adapted from Dick Vitale.)
Blogging got me better service from Comcast, otherwise . . .
But… but… I want you to blog about whatever you damn well please. Or about nothing in particular. Whatever… just blog. Please.