07 June 2012
Story #1073
R. Linda:
Because some enquiring minds have sent me private emails with the subject titles: "Where are you?", "Are you OK?", "What happened NOW?", "Are you dead?". Yes, lovely stuff like that. I have been busy putting back my photos on early blog entries. Sometime back in me history, I noticed a lot of me photos on the Internet with other people taking credit for them. I didn't care at first, but then I realised I copyrighted me blog, so they shouldn't be used on the Internet without me blog's permission. At the time, not in the mood for a million lawsuits, I simply deleted ALL me early photos. Then some people wrote me privately complaining they recommended a story with photos to their friends, and there were no photos, and the images being gone took away from the story's hilarity. OK, OK, OK!!! I got it.
So the process now is having ALL the photos copyrighted in their own right (as more recent ones are), and the going to be S L O W. So I haven't forgotten the blog; I'm "fixing" it back. Stories are not changed in any way; just photos are being put back with copyright.
I am someplace on the 600th story, so I'm WORKING ON IT!
I will throw this in for your amusement. I have one kiddo who has a learning disability, and our schools up here don't cater too much to that sort of thing. So, he has been enrolled in a private programme to address his reading skills. He goes an hour a day and started last week. Mam picked him up from his class and asked him how it went.
"UGH!" said he, "I just wanna go home and take a nap!"
"Why's that?" Mam bit.
"It was like 2 HOURS sittin'. I needs me a nap!"
"Well, don't be so grumpy about it," Mam said. "I don't see why sitting for ONE hour would make you knackered enough to need kip. Didn't you do any work?"
"Yeah, read a book about the Titanic."
"Well, there ye go, your favourite subject. That should have been a good read, not something to make you all wore out there, ye silly."
There was silence in the backseat for a few moments, and he said to her, "Why don't you take my tired-out self to Dunken Donuts? I could use a coffee and a doughnut about now. It might fix the problem."
Oh boy, is he like his father? I be proud the boyo IS.
Anyway, she took him to Dunks and bought him a breakfast sannie, and because she's suicidal, she bought him a large blue raspberry colada with whipped cream. Yup, keep him up; it will, but he is wired too.
I just thought I'd share a kiddie story. I know it's not your favourite kind, but I'm busy with photos and probably legally blind by now.
Gabe
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