Some useful thought on how to write good weblogs is well written to its own rules. But then again, any TV Evangelist espouses a self-consistent world view. And then goes off and does what they want when no-one is looking. So this is my diary, my aide-memoire. Go and hug trees if you don’t like reading it. Or better yet, don’t read it.
A particularly relevant question in the above article is:
“Do readers really want to know how miserable you are? Yes. But they’re going to want details, the precise odor of your room, why you haven’t showered in a week, or how exactly somebody broke your heart. One–liners won’t suffice.”
So, there was a bathing last night, due to a bunch of babooshkas noticing the odourous, plugless wonder in room 3115, and donating him not one, but two plugs.
There.