You know, a couple of weeks ago, a reader suggested I come up with more meaningful blog post names. Since then, my stress level has gone through the roof. You have no idea how difficult it is to come up with a good blog post name, day after day.
So, how about this: you suggest blog post titles. The ones I like, I will use. They may not have a blankety-blank thing to do with the content of the blog post, but the names will certainly be catchy and unique. Let's go with that.
How was your day? Mine was okayfine. This evening I sent off 40 pictures from the top secret story I covered, to my editor at Frank. I alluded to something extraordinary in a couple of pictures I had not sent. He insisted I send those, too, so I did. I hope he is not disappointed.
Say, I know. I will tell you about a recent mistake, one that is still kicking my rear end, days later. By telling you, it will remind me not to make that mistake again. Okay? Okay.
I joined a true crime-based Facebook page a couple of weeks ago. Because I follow true crime. In case you didn't know. One of the posts asked people where they were from. I chimed in, proudly proclaiming I was from Nova Scotia. Like anybody would care.
Anyway, for the last 5 days I have been getting FB notifications from people with their own answers to that fine, fine, fine question. Five. Days. Several times a day, people reply to that damned question. And I am not sure if Facebook notifications can be turned off for a given page, or if it is a FB-wide thing. So frustrating.
So, don't answer questions on Facebook. You'll never hear the end of it.
On that fine note, I will call it a night.
See you tomorrow.