Here it is a shameless plug of another blog http://thethoughtsofdoug.blogspot.com
Of course I prefer it to be a highlighted value in the text. I have to keep up with the Jones's here or Bloggers as the case may be. I have yet to ask for direct help and actually started to read a book on HTML. Ugh!
A bold step for me entering the computer world on the web side. I feel like Homer in the Simpsons asking his daughter advice on setting up his web page. I am sure this appears just as a novice. I will try not to ask help.
Of course if I did I would be done by now and off to something else. But first I will try this on my own.
Anyway Doug's blog is humorous, a nice break during the work day. Dare I give him my blog address ? Right now... I think not.

I saw a Sneaker in the Road!
Yes, yet another lone sneaker next to the highway. I couldn't help but distract myself with curiosity. Why now? How did it get there ? Is someone looking for it ? I wanted to stop and examine the sneaker. Do one of those CSI forensic exams. Take a picture of it and put it on the computer. Turning it in a 3-D vitual world examing it for finger prints and tiny fibers. Yes the buzzing of the computer as it went thru the files of all the manufacuters of light weight lesuire wear. Until DING! A match. Its a Webbly-Niblick 5000, produces in Samispan in 2004, shipped by a pacific freighter on a Wednesday. The gum on the bottom is Bazooka Joe with traces of nicotine. The tread wear indicates the owner had a slight lisp, weighed 102 pounds, light brown hair and fears PTA meetings.
"SNEEEEKER! " my son says drawing out the word. 'Why do you call them sneakers?' I come back to the real world from my driving day dream. ' I dunno. I guess you got to call it something.'
'What do you call them?' I ask, turning the question back to him. ' Well if they are Nike's, or Air Jordans, or........" He goes on to delineate the many kinds and brands. How could I not know that? Must be cause I am just not cool anymore. Or the bomb , or whatever the current word for being with it, is now.
I guess I should be glad its not my sneaker on the road. Glad its not my teenager who has to walk with only shoe one. Sad there is someone with only one.