What terraqueous wretch do I see before me now blown in by Euroclydon’s vicissitudes? Ah, but come schrimshander, for is it not true that all men, Christian and heathen alike may be called shipmate? Sit down with me on this bench and let us blog. For this is, I find, a strange peculiarity of mine, that when I find myself growing grim about the mouse finger I turn to blogging. For me it is an outlet as other men may turn to foot and ball. For truly I have no objection to any man’s predilections, be he blogger or forum browser, so long as in the communication of his beliefs he neither trolls nor needlessly chastises his shipmates. Truly it is a marvel which may be expounded upon, that the humour of the denizens of blogger vacillates between ad-sense adoration and Tartarian disdain, as the noble Romans raised up Gaius at the expense Bibulus.
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