Weekender

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The highlight of the weekend was being introduced to a hot girl blogger (blogette?) and having the following conversation:

Me: Hi, I’m PF.
HGB: You’re PF? You’re famous!
Me: [blushing and stammering ensues]

Coming in second on the highlight list was the 20 minutes I spent chatting up a 22-year-old girl who was in a band and striking out like Jose Valentin chasing Eric Gagne’s fastball. Fortune favors the bold,but not the foolish. It was a fun 20 minutes, though…

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This is the final installment of Blimp Week II, folks, and I'm playing a couple of requests. Soon-to-be parasite on society Paul Frankenstein (he's famous, you know) IMs, suggesting the title above. Ergo: 1. Go to Google Image search. 2. Enter the wor... Read More

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Dude, then I'm SUPER-famous! Wheee!

I think I said something like that during the blushing and the stammering, though I have to admit that I don't remember what I said verbatim...

Heh, so which one of the people on that site was the hot girl blogger in question?

(Excuse me if I lapse into incoherence, I just woke up.)

Waitaminute! Was there a blogger blash this past weekend that I was not privy to?

Aren't bloggers women too?

(or do I mean, aren't women bloggers too?)

You know what really impresses the dames? Baseball analogies.

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