Lani McGregor (partner/owner of Bullseye Glass and also a blog author) is nice enough to read my blog, yet I neglected to give her blog a mention. Go here to read up on the trials and tribulations of this great glass manufacturer.
Oh, the picture attached? It has nothing whatsoever to do with Bullseye, but Lani posts so many pretty pictures to her blog, I felt it incumbent upon me to do likewise.
2 comments:
Yes, Mikey, I have to admit to being pretty smitten with your blog. But before you get excessively flattered I should explain that it’s partly because you bear a striking resemblance (attitudinally) to my dead cat Ed, about whom I blogged mercilessly months ago. Ed took a long time to die and I inflicted the event on the 3-4 people who read my internet musings until the vet made a house call and put Ed and the rest of us out of our misery.
After Ed died, (and I’d already bored everyone to death with my other passion, the misunderstanding of the COE) there didn’t seem to be much to write about that had any real meaning. I tried some puffy little travelogues (go on, my pictures don’t hold a candle to your Trappy Alpine mill scenes), blather about artists in residence, cool glass school programs etc etc., but nothing much measured up to my Dead Ed.
Except you, Mikey. Experiencing your blog is a bit like a séance with my grumpy old cat. Ironically, reading your hysterical ravings is so much more fun than writing my own that I’m weeks behind in keeping it current.
And finally, congratulations on your #1 rating with Google – obviously you’ve got more going for you than your ability to channel a dead cat.
- Lani
PS. And thanks for all the nice words about Bullseye.
And not only does SHE read the blog, she references YOUR blog on HER blog. Great. Now I've got to read this, I've got to read hers, I've got to read Cynthia's (http://www.morganica.com/bloggery/), and uber-geek Wil Wheaton's (http://wilwheaton.typepad.com/).
She's like that, though. Takes you around the corner, opens up her trenchcoat and tries to sell you half-sheets of Tekta. Promises you'll be able to stop at one. Next thing you know she's got you hooked up with a local supplier an you're buying s sheet of some pricey striker two or three times a week. Evil Woman. Trust me on this.... GcB
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