The list of things that I don't know could reduce a filled stadium to tears of helpless laughter: Here are just a few E.g.'s:
--I don't know what Twittering is, though it does seem to be all the rage.
--For my life, I can't figure out how visitors to this blog are supposed to leave their comments.
--I still don't know how to get the god in the machine to grant me Google dings.
Enough, enough! If it's electronic, I don't know it. And if it's computer-related, I know it even less.
But if becoming a star were easy, everyone would do it. Do I stumble? Yeah, you bet. But I'll tell you something: there's a crackle in my eyes and fire in my belly as I set out to feed the god in this machine...mastering the Online Speed Hustle.
Gotta go. For I've advanced to a better class of problems, superior to my old woes in every way. These are problems worthy of a rogue like Reb MacRath!
Reb MacRath
The Electrifying New Internet Sensation!
Glad I found this thread, Reb--after Google kept referring me to ROB McRath, it asked me if I meant REB, as I'd typed. I suggest keep searching for your name till 'the god in the machine' gets it right.
ReplyDeleteNote from Reb: Thanks, Anonymous. You're darn right I'll feed the god in the machine. Daily, whopping feeds of relentless searches for poor Reb!
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