5.30.2005
CroBlog Manifesto
Welcome to one man's contemporary equivalent of the trusty 7-inch anthole probing stick of long ago - before yesterday was a vague someday to look forward to and a wheel was the sad excuse for the mating call of a scrumptous variety of mammal - just ask Igbut, one early man who hid behind a dilapidated bush long enough making it to actually spawn the first of many ideas that would have, at best, rather serious and unforeseen consequences.
This blog is dedicated to dear old Igbut and the owner of that first stick who, despite the many condemnations from elders and logical arguments of the day, continued to play in the sand until it meant something.
Sometimes you just have to write.
Writing more about that sometimes is all that has ever been written.
Here's to another source of chickenscratch.
This blog is dedicated to dear old Igbut and the owner of that first stick who, despite the many condemnations from elders and logical arguments of the day, continued to play in the sand until it meant something.
Sometimes you just have to write.
Writing more about that sometimes is all that has ever been written.
Here's to another source of chickenscratch.
# posted by Greg @ 3:07 PM 
