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So why are you sticking all these old posts on here?

I have been a member of one of the popular social sites for a few years and thought I would be content with my blog there. It seems I have not only outgrown it, but desire some degree of anonymity that is impossible on a site I’ve filled with high school friends, in-laws, ex in-laws, cousins and children. These posts are still part of what I’m trying to express of myself in a broader blog experience. Some of it is also background info I’m honestly too lazy to re-write, and don’t see a good reason to if it’s there already and I can slap it on up here easily.

That’s the short answer.

Comments

Seazoria said…
This is a fun post to which many bloggers can relate too. ///count me in as a fan Author. You really have an extensive blog and the format is neat. What has been really enjoyable is that you have covered such a wide variety and diversity of topics.
Thank you for putting this blog together and making it available.
Best wishes
Your blogger fan Mike.

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