I pimp this blog.
My dad's, that is. Rambling about RPGs and cane toads.
No, seriously.
Go read and comment, if you feel like it. He's complaining his readers don't understand how blogging works, and feeling unloved. *tiniest violin ever*
It's not really a blog, I say. Use Movable Type or the LJ code, I say, but I do not think his webmaster agrees with me. I'm pestering them to set up an RSS feed so I can hook him up a real blog. Or something, I think.
Anyway. He's entertainingly rambly, and somewhere in there there is a picture of him morphing into a cane toad. Centre of the main page, and I think it's marked.
And now I am going to try and actually write something.
No, seriously.
Go read and comment, if you feel like it. He's complaining his readers don't understand how blogging works, and feeling unloved. *tiniest violin ever*
It's not really a blog, I say. Use Movable Type or the LJ code, I say, but I do not think his webmaster agrees with me. I'm pestering them to set up an RSS feed so I can hook him up a real blog. Or something, I think.
Anyway. He's entertainingly rambly, and somewhere in there there is a picture of him morphing into a cane toad. Centre of the main page, and I think it's marked.
And now I am going to try and actually write something.