tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post113399655750244400..comments2024-01-08T13:44:54.771-08:00Comments on Dizgraceland: FameTimehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134531483980536062005-12-13T19:38:00.000-08:002005-12-13T19:38:00.000-08:00The cool thing about the huge audience blogs and t...The cool thing about the huge audience blogs and the general internet provides us is the inevitability that someone, somewhere will appreciate our words. Unfortunately the converse is true as well.R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03774469060066226829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134146148808072252005-12-09T08:35:00.000-08:002005-12-09T08:35:00.000-08:00Thanks, Shandi. I do think that blogging, if not t...Thanks, Shandi. I do think that blogging, if not the road to fame, is a way to get affirmation from like minds that you aren't totally out in right field...alone, anyway. :)Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134138279780183052005-12-09T06:24:00.000-08:002005-12-09T06:24:00.000-08:00"With all of us screaming out we are hear, we are ..."With all of us screaming out we are hear, we are hear, there aren't too many people left to listen."<BR/><BR/>That is a great line. Some are meant to be watched while others are meant to do the watching. I was a watcher for most of my life. I wished that I were invisible. I did't want fame... hell, I didn't want the person next to me to talk to me. <BR/><BR/>I think that most of us end up just wanting to be appreciated. Blogging definately goes a long way to achieving that. <BR/><BR/>Fantastic post Tim.Naughti Biscottihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11954505278010003963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134025293901563822005-12-07T23:01:00.000-08:002005-12-07T23:01:00.000-08:00the michael,Rest assured I will never forget the l...the michael,<BR/><BR/>Rest assured I will never forget the little people behind Timmish.<BR/><BR/>Teri, I think the trick is never to grow up. I have avoided it.<BR/><BR/>Leights,<BR/>I knew I could count on you to nvhbtcxt me. You are the zmmze.Timehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07838683246636045823noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134010511105338202005-12-07T18:55:00.000-08:002005-12-07T18:55:00.000-08:00We must all have our dreams. As a child I wanted t...We must all have our dreams. As a child I wanted to be either a teacher or a nurse. I was a mom instead and had enough teaching and nursing and now I don't know what I want to be when I grow up.terihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10247545658370861537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7861874.post-1134003009442024052005-12-07T16:50:00.000-08:002005-12-07T16:50:00.000-08:00"Daddy, what was English?""English, you say? My, ..."Daddy, what was English?"<BR/>"English, you say? My, that was quite a long time ago.....who told you about that?"<BR/>"Bobby told me at school that people once spoke a lanquage called English, before the great Bird Flu killed all the white and yellow people."<BR/>"Well, Timmy, everybody back then spoke all kinds of languages, and English was just one of them. But after the plauge killed almost everybody and made the rest of us forget, all we had was this one blog that was written in Timmish, the lanquage we speak today, to get us communicating again. That's why we named the capital of the world after the great TIMELVIS, the one who got us all talking again."<BR/>"Oh, OK...."Alex Pendragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877845166621794334noreply@blogger.com