Scaramouche is portrayed as a boastful clown in Italian theater. This is so fitting since my main blog is titled A Few Clowns Short. Playing a boastful clown might not be too bad.
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
In past postings I have compared blogging to the lyrics of Queen and others.
ABBA was a big hit before the internet, before an MP3 player existed. Many of their songs match well with the phases of blogging. Consider these ABBA lyrics:
ABBA was a big hit before the internet, before an MP3 player existed. Many of their songs match well with the phases of blogging. Consider these ABBA lyrics:
You start blogging. -->
Take A Chance On Me
if you got no place to go when you’re feeling down, read my blog
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We can go dancing. We can go blogging.
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you can take your time baby I’m in no hurry -
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my blog is strong enough to last when things are rough. It's magic.
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We can go dancing. We can go blogging.
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you can take your time baby I’m in no hurry -
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my blog is strong enough to last when things are rough. It's magic.
The comments come but then stop -->
Knowing Me, Knowing You
Reading through an empty comment
tears in my eyes.
Here is where the post ends
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knowing me, not knowing you
it’s the best I can do
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tears in my eyes.
Here is where the post ends
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knowing me, not knowing you
it’s the best I can do
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memories, good days, bad days,
they’ll be posted always.
they’ll be posted always.
You find and follow other blogs. -->
Mamma Mia
momma blogs use many memes = meme-a-mia
You lose followers. -->
S.O.S
where are those happy days
they seem so hard to find -
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when you’re gone how can I even try to go on -
they seem so hard to find -
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when you’re gone how can I even try to go on -
when you’re gone though I try how can I carry on -
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what happen to my followers it used to be so good.
Blog readers fluctuating like the price on a gas station pump can be discouraging. You start to question your approach, your ideas.
My "A Few Clowns Short" blog finally is moving along enough that I feel a breeze through the window but if the wind dies, it's going to get smelly in here. My "I can't blog" blog has been parked too long in a back alley and now has cats sleeping in the wheel wells.
My "A Few Clowns Short" blog finally is moving along enough that I feel a breeze through the window but if the wind dies, it's going to get smelly in here. My "I can't blog" blog has been parked too long in a back alley and now has cats sleeping in the wheel wells.
Anyone can see,
nothing really matters,
nothing really matters,
to me.
