Monday, March 2, 2009

Ow

I have a tragic confession to make. I just spent the evening re-reading my own blog. How sad is that? When my Smaller Half found out, she hit me with the weekend edition of the Sydney Morning Herald. Thank God they don't send the real estate supplement this far west.
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear PTR,

Reading your own blog is fine - why not marvel at your torrent of creative excellence? However; if in re-reading, you've been tempted to post the odd comment - a spot of praise here, a spec of encouragement there - then you do need a whack. Particularly if you're hiding behind a clock of anonymity!

But I should tell you that I LOVE your blog. You are so urbane, insightful and erudite.

Keep up the great work !

March 3, 2009 at 10:35 PM
PTR said...

You left out how I am both muscular and flexible, but I suppose it's hard to convey in my writing so you mightn't have noticed.

Thanks very much for the nice feedback - but did you have to post anonymously? Now everyone's going to think I wrote that myself...

March 3, 2009 at 10:53 PM
Anonymous said...

Hmmm... muscular and flexible - you mean like an oyster?

What's a "clock of anonymity"?

Does the anonymity expire at some stage (like Cabinet Confidentiality)? Or does it just mean that you hide your face beneath your hands?

March 4, 2009 at 1:33 AM
PTR said...

That's right - oysters are so hot right now.

I didn't notice the "clock of anonymity" in comment #1 but I like your face/hands explanation - very striking.

March 4, 2009 at 7:31 AM

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