I have never blogged the blog


 What does one do with a blog, you ask?

Why, they blog!

Why blog?

Well, yes, that is the question, isn't it?

When you want your private thoughts to be read by complete strangers...

BLOG THEM!

I guess that is a good enough start.

Now let's see how this thing works!

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