Sunday, September 23, 2007
My First Blog
All the great novel beginnings are running through my mind: call me Ishmael; it was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it is a truth to be universally acknowledged that a young man of good fortune must be in want of a wife; see Dick, see Jane. But, alas I can't come up with anything that good because I just awoke from my Sunday late afternoon nap and don't have my glasses. Plus, I'm over at Travis and Heidi's writing on a Apple computer and Luke just awoke from his Sunday late afternoon nap and is probably wondering where his grandpa is. I wonder if he'll understand it when I tell him I've been blogging.
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You've broken the dam with your first post.... now let the water flow :)
Don't let the blog pressure get to you... the blogosphere was made for someone of you wit and intellectual prowess.
and that Luke is wrapped around your little finger. He'll believe whatever you tell him.
Peter Pan boys forever!
I love that all us Snyders are uptight about our first blog...how can we be clever, meaningful, memorable, etc. I mean who else lets Melville intimidate them in the blogging world?
Glad you got your nap in!
Phil has a blog. We love it.
Travis really got after me for not being an active blogger this past week, so I had to promise him I would blog some today before he let me eat my Sunday dinner. Actually, he wanted me to blog that very second, but I explained that as a bishop I had been blogging in the spiritual blogoshere all day and was tired of it.
[By the way, I have no idea what HTML "tags" are, so I'm just going to stick to standard English.]
I'm worried that Travis will find out that Delys and I arranged to infinite texting on our Verizon account and that he'll start wanting me to text as well as blog and email.
I've been thinking about changing my blog to "Too Old to Rock and Roll, Too Young to Die" after the old Jethro Tull album of the same name, but decided against it. I like the mild irony of my blog being titled "Squared Away" because I know I'll never, ever be able to square it away.
Some random thoughts on a Monday: We need to have the Kings over for another Cafe Rio night sometime.
I also owe Bella a horse ride.
I need to throw in something politically brilliant for Marc, but all I can think of is Garry Trudeau's feather (his representational facsimile of George W. Bush) floating around the country blown here and there by the wind until one of the VP's cronies blows it out of the sky with a 12-gauge above some Texas field.
I'm thinking it's a shame the Angels play the Red Sox. Better the Angels knock off the Wankees (as my two Boston grandsons call them) and the Sox defeat the Tribe and Chief Wahoo before the two teams meet to decide the AL pennant. I'm hoping turncoat Travis roots for the AL. (At least the Dodgers finished the Giants this weekend, Trav.) We don't even know yet if it'll be the Padres or the Rockies. And for the record, I'd still rather be in the upper deck of Angel Stadium than in a box seat at Chavez Ravine, even with unlimited Dodger Dogs.
Im wondering whether the baby comes before the name or the name before the baby. To be more exact, will Hamilton Case Spjute become chief justice because of his name or will the name simply foreshadow his ultimate destiny? But I don't let it keep me up at night. When I can't sleep, I count blogs.
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